MY HEAD HAS A BELLYACHE

A hefty gathering of versified reflections on topics from “dadding” to what the Nail-Clipping Fairy brings at night.

Pitched as the companion to I’m Just No Good at Rhyming (2017) but with artwork from Tsurumi rather than Lane Smith, Harris’ latest collection focuses on parenting, growing up, and like domestic themes. Along with parental revelations (“Secretly, we do the things we tell you not to do! / We leave our dirty clothes out, and we pick our noses, too”) and efforts to recall “My Very First Memory,” he explains that “The Place Where the Lost Things Go” is right here, extolls the virtues of “A Big, Comfy Chair and a Brand-New Book,” and gleefully reassures children that even in the dark they’re never all alone, because…“there are monsters!” Like Smith in the previous volume, Tsurumi plays a maverick role. In addition to a racially diverse cast of wide-eyed youngsters and grown-ups, they depict a set of animal critics regarding a villanelle with disgust and, in the wake of a warning on an early page, a meteor that plunges down later to annihilate an unfortunate poem. Though the adult perspectives and high page count make this a marathon run, protestations notwithstanding, the author is still just fine at rhyming, and that, not to mention his free-wheeling sense of humor, will keep young audiences reading all the way to the (rhymed!) glossary and into the goofy title and subject indexes.

Sidesplitting fun throughout for one or a crowd.