Jack Prelutsky

(8 September 1940 / Brooklyn, New York)

Jack Prelutsky
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Jack Prelutsky is an American writer of children's poetry. He lives in Seattle, Washington with his wife, Carolynn.

Early Life

Jack Prelutsky was born on September 8, 1940 in Brooklyn, New York to Charles, an electrician, and Dorothea, a homemaker. While he was still a baby, a fire burned his family's apartment and he was saved by his Uncle Charlie, who was a stand up comic who played the Borscht Belt. He was poor growing up, and he said he was "...a sensitive kid in a working class neighborhood. I got beat up a lot. I was a skinny kid with a big mouth. A bad combination."

He attended local public schools in the Bronx, hated the experience, and was... more »

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  • I''m Obese (3/7/2018 10:42:00 PM)

    Food! ! ! ! Yummy! !
    By: I'm Obese ]_[

  • Kelsey Zhang (3/7/2018 10:39:00 PM)

    Homework oh Homework is my favorite

  • jacob garrison (3/7/2018 6:09:00 PM)

    homework oh homework was the best

  • Monika (3/7/2018 10:52:00 AM)

    Just Monika Just Monika

  • jorjor (3/1/2018 5:02:00 PM)

    jack prelutsky, i really like your poem i'm being abducted by aliens because i love space and all things space. please more like it. from, jorjor

  • Person (2/1/2018 1:35:00 PM)

    yah whoever you are sup sup

  • Xander (1/25/2018 2:57:00 PM)

    Brayden who cares about you

  • brayden (1/24/2018 9:25:00 AM)

    Ugh who care about jack

  • Hiya Shah (11/26/2017 8:13:00 AM)

    please send me your poem when daddy sat on a tomato

  • Chinedu Dike Chinedu Dike (1/15/2017 6:06:00 AM)

    My #1 Favourite poet - his ingenuity shrouded in a jesting mind.

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Best Poem of Jack Prelutsky

Be Glad Your Nose Is On Your Face

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

Imagine if your precious nose
were sandwiched in between your toes,
that clearly would not be a treat,
for you'd be forced to smell your feet.

Your nose would be a source of dread
were it attached atop your head,
it soon would drive you to despair,
forever tickled by your hair.

Within your ear, your nose would be
an absolute catastrophe,
for when you were obliged to sneeze,
your brain would rattle from the...

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