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Looking for a book to teach a child the basics of poetry? This may well be the ticket.

Ms. Aigner-Clark is clearly a shrewd businesswoman, but in this book she demonstrates that she has no concept of poetry. Inept meter and bad rhymes abound. Plus, the author is so desperate to find anything even approaching a rhyme that she ignores the illustrations of her own book: the savannah’s grasses are yellow, yet she calls them brown, because she can’t think of a word to rhyme with yellow (I suppose bellow or Jello or hello or cello would have required too much ingenuity?). Similarly the desert’s sands are described as white, visual evidence be damned!

My point is that the poetry in this book is so bad, that a six year old could understand what makes it bad. And that just might help them understand what makes other poetry good. ( )