![]() ![]() She chows down on carburetors, windshields, spark plugs, and fuel pumps. This girl definitely has an eating disorder. Can you guess what it gobbles for dessert? It’s a monster all right, and it eats blackboards, erasers, pens, paper, notebooks, homework, and even the teacher’s desk. It’s not much of a diet, and the human body-even Twickham’s-has its limits. Twickham Tweer takes the cake-or, rather, the banana peels, the empty jars, and the candy wrappers. What’s the longest you’ve ever kept leftovers? A month? A year? How much fungus is in your freezer? Can you compete with the family in this poem? If so, keep that spoon out of that strange-smelling mayonnaise! ![]() But does poor Herbert Glerbett deserve what happens to him? You decide. Īdmittedly, eating 50 pounds of lemon sherbet could be considered excessive. ![]() But these particular poems come with a caution: Don’t read them before breakfast, lunch, or dinner! They could curdle your stomach or lure you into tasting strange and dangerous things. Jack Prelutsky’s poems can be frightening or funny. ![]()
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