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Jack Prelutsky’s poetry is celebrated for its humor, creativity, and ability to engage children with the beauty and fun of language. His work not only entertains but also encourages young readers to explore their own imaginations and the joy of reading poetry.
Breakfast. Hard-Boiled Bugs for Breakfast. Hard-boiled bugs for breakfast, Hard-boiled bugs for lunch, Hard-boiled bugs at suppertime, Crunchy! Crunch! Hard-boiled bugs are tastier. Than spiders, flies, or slugs. There’s not a doubt about it— I love those hard-boiled bugs. From Hard-Boiled Bugs for Breakfast, Greenwillow Books, 2021. Lunch.
The Bogeyman. By Jack Prelutsky. In the desolate depths of a perilous place. the bogeyman lurks, with a snarl on his face. Never dare, never dare to approach his dark lair. for he's waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you. He skulks in the shadows, relentless and wild. in his search for a tender, delectable child.
Bleezer’s Ice Cream. Jack Prelutsky. 1940 –. I am Ebenezer Bleezer, I run BLEEZER’S ICE CREAM STORE, there are flavors in my freezer. you have never seen before, twenty-eight divine creations. too delicious to resist,
Dragons Pulling Wagons. An introduction to Karla Kuskin's poetry for children. By Jack Prelutsky. Photo by Julia Kuskin. Courtesy of Simon & Schuster Children's Publishing. When the Poetry Foundation named me the first Children’s Poet Laureate, I was delighted and astounded. I’d never expected anything like this.
If Not for the Cat. By Jack Prelutsky. If not for the cat, And the scarcity of cheese, I could be content. Jack Prelutsky, "If Not for the Cat," from If Not for the Cat. Copyright © 2004 by Jack Prelutsky.
The Visitor. Jack Prelutsky. 1940 –. it came today to visit. and moved into the house. it was smaller than an elephant. but larger than a mouse. first it slapped my sister. then it kicked my dad. then it pushed my mother. oh! that really made me mad. it went and tickled rover. and terrified the cat. it sliced apart my necktie.
