"Children seem naturally drawn to poetry - it's some combination of the rhyme, rhythm, and the words themselves"
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Prelutsky is doing something sneakily polemical here: he’s defending poetry by making it sound less like a school subject and more like a built-in human appetite. By pointing to rhyme and rhythm first, he frames poetry as a bodily experience before it’s an intellectual one. That ordering matters. It pushes back against the adult habit of treating poems as coded messages that require the right interpretive key. Kids don’t “decode” a limerick; they feel the bounce of it, the pleasure of pattern landing exactly where the ear expects.
The line also functions as a quiet critique of how poetry is often taught. If children are “naturally drawn,” then the problem isn’t that poetry is obscure; it’s that adulthood (and curriculum) can sand off the instincts that make it easy. Prelutsky’s best-known work lives in that space: playful, musical, frequently ridiculous in the way kids understand as serious. He’s staking a claim that nonsense and delight aren’t detours from meaning; they’re the on-ramp.
There’s a strategic vagueness in “some combination,” too. He refuses to reduce the attraction to a single factor because he’s describing attention itself: how sound, momentum, and surprise braid together. “And the words themselves” lands last like a gentle reminder that language isn’t just a vehicle for information. In Prelutsky’s universe, words are toys, spells, percussion instruments. The subtext is almost parental: trust the ear, trust the grin, and the mind will follow.
The line also functions as a quiet critique of how poetry is often taught. If children are “naturally drawn,” then the problem isn’t that poetry is obscure; it’s that adulthood (and curriculum) can sand off the instincts that make it easy. Prelutsky’s best-known work lives in that space: playful, musical, frequently ridiculous in the way kids understand as serious. He’s staking a claim that nonsense and delight aren’t detours from meaning; they’re the on-ramp.
There’s a strategic vagueness in “some combination,” too. He refuses to reduce the attraction to a single factor because he’s describing attention itself: how sound, momentum, and surprise braid together. “And the words themselves” lands last like a gentle reminder that language isn’t just a vehicle for information. In Prelutsky’s universe, words are toys, spells, percussion instruments. The subtext is almost parental: trust the ear, trust the grin, and the mind will follow.
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| Topic | Poetry |
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