Hello. Fats here.
Today’s post features a poem by Kenn Nesbitt from his kid poetry collection, The Armpit of Doom. Kenn Nesbitt was announced as Children’s Poet Laureate in June 2013 by the Poetry Foundation. He is the author of The Tighty-Whitey Spider (2010), My Hippo Has the Hiccups (2009), and Revenge of the Lunch Ladies (2007). He created the website poetry4kids.com to share his poems with kids. If you like funny poems, visit his website. He mentioned in his bio that he tries to post a new poem every day. Don’t forget to visit the Poetry Friday round-up hosted by children’s writer and lover of noodles Diane Mayr of Random Noodling.
My Brother’s Not a Werewolf
My brother’s not a werewolf
Though it often looks that way.
He has to shave his whiskers
almost every single day.
His feet are getting furry
and his hands are sprouting hair.
His voice is deep and growling
like a grumpy grizzly bear.
He often sleeps throughout the day
and stays up half the night.
And if you saw the way he eats
you’d surely scream in fright.
His clothes are ripped and dirty
like the stuff a werewolf wears.
His socks and shirts are shredded
and his pants have countless tears.
If you should ever meet him
you’ll discover what I mean.
My brother’s not a werewolf;
he’s just turning seventeen.