Technically, It's Not My Fault: Concrete Poems
An eleven-year-old boy named Robert voices typical--and not so typical--middle-grade concerns in this unique, memorable collection of hilarious poems. His musings cover the usual stuff, like pizza, homework, thank-you notes, and his annoying older sister. In addition, he speculates about professional wrestling for animals, wonders why no one makes scratch-and-sniff fart stickers, designs the ultimate roller coaster (complete with poisonous spiders), and deconstructs the origins ofa new word, snarpy. A playful layout and ingenious graphics extend the wry humor that is sure to resonate with readers of all ages.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - suri19639 - LibraryThing
John Grandits has done a great job as his book of abstract poems hypnotize me to follow the text. I enjoy his interesting ways of presenting his poems that make me want to follow the way his text ... Read full review
TECHNICALLY, IT'S NOT MY FAULT: Concrete PoemsUser Review - Jane Doe - Kirkus
Eleven-year-old Robert expresses himself—emphatically—through this series of concrete poems that emphasize visual over linguistic imagery. "My Stupid Day" appears as a circular recitation of an ... Read full review