Chris Harris has been described by Publishers Weekly as “a worthy heir to Silverstein, Seuss, and even Ogden Nash.” I couldn’t agree more. Some of his shorter poems are as pithy and to the point as Nash’s “Purple Cow.”
“I’ve never seen a purple cow,
I hope I never see one.
But, I can tell you anyhow,
I’d rather see than be one”!
Here is an example from Harris’s I’m Just No Good at Rhyming and Other Nonsense/for Mischevious Kids and Immature Grownups:
“Jack Sprat could ear no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
He lived to be one hundred three;
She died at seventeen.”
I particularly love parodies and have come across some excellent ones lately. Here is Harris’s parody of Robert Frost:
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by…
Since then I’ve been completely lost.
Thanks for nothing, Robert Frost”!
It would be remiss not to mention the fantastic, comical illustrations by Lane Smith. The combination of the poems (?) and drawings will make any kid (or “immature adult”) chuckle.

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