After a few weeks' worth of spine poems ... I feel a little bit like I could be buried in the library!

A call to arms, at the end of Poetry Month, to get people to try making their own spine poems. It's been gratifying to see how many people already have!

I am on a committee which selects the CLA YA Book of the Year winner and honour books, for Canadian teen fiction. That means that I have to read a lot of books in a year, submitted by publishers. The winner has been announced, but before I donate all the books on my shelf to make room for the  next  year's submissions, I thought I'd see if I could make any poems using ONLY books which were submitted for this year. Here are the attempts:

I love telling the story of the Three Billy Goats Gruff.
Aside from how well it works as a story for kids, going from smallest to biggest, you get to do a troll voice - "Who's that Trip-Trapping over my bridge?" - and any story involving head-butting always gets a laugh. This is my homage to the goats who just wanted to cross a bridge to get to the greener grass on the other side. "And they are probably still there, to this very day. Snip snap snout, this tale's told out."

In honour of Easter Monday, here's another egg poem. Poor Humpty. What a morbid nursery rhyme.

Humpty Dumpty
The wall
The fall
An egg is quiet