I'm Just No Good At Rhyming
Chris Harris
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A laugh-out-loud poetry collection for kids from How I Met Your Mother screenwriter Chris Harris, richly illustrated by the Kate Greenaway Medal-winning Lane Smith.

"Highly recommended. I think it will make children wriggle with delight" Stephen Fry

"This book made me laugh and laugh and laugh. I can't recommend it enough." Neil Patrick Harris, actor, author, star of How I Met Your Mother

If I ever find myself holding a gecko . . .
I'll lecko.

Forget what you think you know about poetry – this is something totally different. Chris Harris's I'm Just No Good At Rhyming combines wit, wordplay and nonsense with visual and verbal tricks to make you look at the world in a new and wonderfully upside-down way, reminiscent of Shel Silverstein.

I'm just no good at rhyming.
It makes me feel so bad.
I'm just no good at rhyming,
And that's why I'm so blue.

This entirely unique collection of wildly witty words offers a surprise around every corner, from the ongoing rivalry between the author and illustrator (mean poem and cruel portrait included), to the mysteriously misnumbered pages that can only be deciphered by a certain code-cracking verse, to a poem that is 100% genuinely infinite. Meet a balding werewolf, competitive boulders, a birthday piranha, and find out if grown-ups really are better!

Why are grown-ups better than kids?
'Cause we got what it takes –
We never, ever, ever, ever, ever, make mistaeks!

Adding to the fun: Lane Smith, winner of the CILIP Kate Greenaway Medal for There Is a Tribe of Kids, has spectacularly illustrated this extraordinary collection with nearly one hundred pieces of appropriately absurd art. It's a mischievous match made in heaven and the perfect gift for creative kids or immature grown-ups.
ISBN 9781509881055Category ChildrenSubcategory Non-fiction
Publisher Pan Macmillan UKImprint Two HootsPublished 20/09/2018
Format OtherBinding PaperbackPage extent 192
Age group Juvenile Non-
Chris Harris is a writer and executive producer for How I Met Your Mother... »