You Read to Me, I'll Read to You

Daddy fixed the breakfast.
He made us each a waffle.
It looked like gravel pudding.
It tasted something awful.

"Ha, ha," he said, "I'll try again.
This time I'll get it right."
But what I got was in between
Bituminous and anthracite....

Here are 35 poems–poems about white mice and cool drinks and the teeth of sharks, stories about the day Mommy slept late and about bird-brains and Arvin Marvin Lillisbee Fitch, and even a checklist of things to think about before being born. So pull up a chair, make yourself comfortable, and get ready to laugh.