In anticipation of The Tales of Times and People in Rhymes, Vol. 1, here are a few poems by the anthology’s first contributor – Tripp Nichols. I have been meeting with Tripp once a week to select poems and talk about artwork. He’s not much of an artist, as you will soon learn (I have an unbelievable anecdote about his drawing skills). I’m no Palbo Picsacco myself, but I can make some goofy sketches to match his work.
Enough talk. Here’s a taste of Tripp Nichols:
Head Bored by Tripp NicholsI sleep with my head At the foot of my bed And my feet at the head Where my head should instead Be at rest on the pillow But I will have you know My pillow lies down At the foot of my bed
So when I’m asleep At the head is my feet Which tap on the head board Whenever I am bored And I get the feeling Something’s odd with the ceiling
Which leads me to rant How my room’s at a slant! And all of the blood Goes to my head When I lie upside-down In my bed
Alphaquit by Tripp NicholsABCDEGPTVZFHIJKLMNOQRSUWXY
I’ve written my alphabet wrong So when you sing the alphabet song It rhymes for a bit Then the rhyming just quits And you think that you’d rather play pong.