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I'm a Poet/Transcript
my sister is a sissy by Jack
Prelutsky my sister is a sissy she's
afraid of dogs and cats a toad can give
her tantrums and she's terrified of rats
she screams at things with stingers
things that buzz and things that crawl
just the shadow of a spider sends my
sister up the wall
a lizard makes her shiver and a turtle
makes her squirm she positively cringes
at the prospect of a worm she's afraid
of things with feathers she's afraid of
things with pearl she's scared of almost
everything how come I'm scared of her
(Title card)
I'M A POET
Writer: Joe Fallon
Storyboard Artist: Kevin Currie
(Bird singing, thunder crashing)
Binky Barnes: (voice-over) I'm a Poet!
(Back to the story)
Nigel Ratburn: Only two days until the library poetry contest, and only one student has signed up! Fern!
Francine Frensky: Fern never said she wrote poetry!
fern never says anything
the judge is famous poet Jack Prelutsky
not too late to enter listen I'm a poet
moon June spoon a loon
just thinking of poetry oh it makes me
sleepy binky
no it's twice as boring as a poem what
two poems ha ha you only make fun
because you couldn't write a poem if you
tried the most she said all year you
tell him fun maybe I couldn't write a
poem but neither could day I could if I
wanted to meet you no problem I can
write a better poem than you with my
brain time my back Arthur oh yeah I'd
like to see that oh I bet none of you
could even write a poem I could - maybe
binky can't but I can
there's nothing Martha can do that I
can't do you are a good writer longer I
had a jack I'm please II I'll be bad I'm
gonna help me but they're all right
alone right now I bet that none of you
can write a poem and finish it in time
to submit it to the poetry contest I'll
bet I'll not only read better than
Billy's is anybody else hungry anyone
who does it has to join the Poetry Club
for a year bet or are you a bunch of
chickens
you write a poem I thought you I don't
want to go to Poetry Club for a whole
year it'll be a cinch we just find a
good poem and write one like it the time
has come the walrus said to talk of many
things of shoes and ships and sealing
wax of cabbages and kings and why the
sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have
wings nod I don't think I can write like
that let's find one that makes sense
what does this mean something better
than his dog a little dearer than his
horse maybe it's a riddle
what's better than his dog a little deer
and then his horse a gerbil that can do
your homework nothing's better than my
dog skip this guy he doesn't like dogs
whoa listen to these titles the Haunted
palace the Conqueror worm that must be
about a giant worm listen it was the dad
who groaned within cool I got one that
makes sense
listen my children and you shall hear of
the midnight ride of Paul Revere alright
we're ready
how long did you work on your poem last
night I sort of watch TV
brain has finished his poem already can
I read it to you
any comments will help me perfect it for
the contest I the brain will explain
what makes rain water droplets are what
clouds contain they reach saturation
become precipitation hit the ground and
roll right down the drain I'm then - my
favorite thing to do is shop for shoes
shirts coats wings you can never have
enough jewelry and games until I drop I
love to shop that's not a poem it's a
list shop rhymes with drop duh everyone
else remember to have your poems done by
tomorrow listen my children as I tell
you about a duck in a chicken on a bus
to Oklahoma yeah buster when you're done
with your poem can you help me I'm done
but I'm busy watching a video sorry I
know a great poem roses are red violets
are blue my nose smells and your feet
too - that's so funny
doesn't that crack you up Arthur Arthur
why the big rush to get to school I have
to stop at ferns house
again Once Upon a midnight cloudy a big
old bat said howdy howdy buster
oh you said you were done well I didn't
want you to think I couldn't do it
instead of copying other people's poems
why not just write about what you like
who'd want to hear what I like who
wouldn't
today is very boring it's a very boring
day there is nothing much to look at
there is nothing much to say there's a
peacock on my sneakers there's a penguin
on my head there's a dormouse on my
doorstep I am going back to bed today is
very boring it is boring through and
through there is absolutely nothing that
I think I want to do I see Giants riding
rhinos and an ogre with a sword there's
a dragon blowing smoke ring I am
positively bored today is very boring
I can hardly help but yawn there's a
flying saucer landing in the middle of
my lawn a volcano just erupted less than
half a mile away and I think I felt an
earthquake it's a very boring day thank
you thank you let's have our first
contestant and the ghosts of all the
fallen trees weep for a world that can't
live without them thank you mr. polesky
I have all of your poetry books you are
obviously little girl with impeccable
taste our next poet is francine frensky
my dad took me to a hockey game I got
hit in the head by a puck I get up ow my
head
ow call an ambulance out ow oh brother
this hurts put ice on it it's gonna
swell I got a big old purple lump on my
head and used it for show-and-tell
uh sir people think I can't write a poem
but they are so wrong I can write a poem
I wrote this one I wrote this poem and I
gave it the title
binky's poem so shut up the end that's
not a poem here I'm poem was poem four
times it was great yeah binky our final
poet is Buster Baxter these are the
things that make me nauseous gloppy
green goop that drips from faucets blue
hair that grows on slices of bread when
your big old dog tears in your bag when
a dirty sock drops on your face to you
when your friend's baby sister starts to
speak half a worm in the Apple you bit
finding human bone in your jello
throwing no slime lean and yellow and
people who eat creamed corn with their
mouths open so you can see it in i
probably shouldn't mention the free
butterscotch pudding being served at the
reception Oh Julie I couldn't help it
the street was full of elephants our
final final poem is Jimmy goes to the
city by Arthur read Jimmy was a happy
ape until some hunters caught him he
liked the jungle better than the city
where they brought him the city was
louder this
city was meaner even the dirt and the
jungle was cleaner so Jimmy made a
daring escape the hunters were suddenly
minus-18 he climbed the tallest building
because from there he'd seen how far
away the jungle was from the middle of
the city Jimmy jumped into a passing
plane but the pilot didn't wait for him
to explain jimmy flew back to the jungle
and all the same friends in their lair
the city is okay for a visit but you
couldn't make me live there and the
winner of the contest is I hate
contrasts you all win and nobody has to
join the Poetry Club because they won
the bet but this was young I know lots
of other disgusting if I want to join
hey here's a sign-up list mister / let's
ki could you read us another poem all
right well Buster's poem put me in mind
of one of my own called jellyfish -
jellyfish
I'm loony for you I dearly adore you oh
who the I do