Prelutsky really uses his imagination writing about things we’ve thought about and things we’d never even imagined. The poems open readers up to the world and minds of children.
“I am absolutely boneless,
I am boneless through and through,
I have neither neck nor thighbones,
and my back is boneless too,
and I haven’t got a wishbone,
not a bone within my breast,
so I rarely care to travel
from the comfort of my nest.”
I have feathers fine and fluffy,
I have lovely little wings,
but I lack the superstructure
to support these splendid things.
Since a chicken finds it tricky
to parade on boneless legs,
I stick closely to the hen house,
laying little scrambled eggs.”
“Jellyfish stew,
I’m loony for you,
I dearly adore you,
oh, truly I do,
you’re creepy to see,
revolting to chew,
you slide down inside,
with a hullabaloo.”
“There’s a new kid on the block
and a boy, that’s kind of though,
that new kid punches hard,
that new kid plays real rough,
with muscles everywhere,
the new kid tweaked my arm,
the new kid pulled my hair.”