Only a few years ago (1950s) we walked on solid earth. Today we whirl through space. Space is big. It is not cozy. But with these verses and drawings… cheerfulness breaks in. Suddenly, science seems merry. And space begins, with the rhyme on page 1, to feel a little more like home.
A witty collection of 1950’s space age poetry accompanied by clever black and white line drawings.
Little Bo Peep
Has lost her sheep,
The radar has failed to find them.
They’ll all, face to face,
Meet in parallel space,
Preceding their leaders behind them.
Some poems, like the Theory that Jack Built, are pages long and delightfully illustrated. Here’s another short poem:
Little Jack Horner
Sits in a corner
Extracting cube roots to infinity,
An assignment for boys
That will minimize noise
And produce a more peaceful vicinity.
0.3" H x 8.8" L x 5.9" W