Authorpreneur Dashboard – Michael Lunsford
Sometimes I Get My Shoes on Backwards
Children's Books
Grab your ticket to the wonderful world of the whimsically weird. In this charming collection of wacky kid’s poems, you’ll find out why we’re throwing the pumpkin away, how we’re selling father’s moustache, when little sister got elephant ears, where little brother got glued, and what’s important about knee joints. Meet Cantankerous Stan, the Garbage Man; Harrie Carrie the Bearded Lady; The Wizard who looked like a Lizard; and the Grumbly Grump of Nottingham Dump. This delightful collection of illustrated poems is surprising, inventive, kooky and—most of all—hilarious.
Book Bubbles from Sometimes I Get My Shoes on Backwards
Polly Wanna Paper
In this 7th excerpt from my book, SOMETIMES I GET MY SHOES ON BACKWARDS, we learn why a pirate isn't upset.
Time and Money
In this 6th excerpt from my book of wacky kid's poems, SOMETIMES I GET MY SHOES ON BACKWARDS, a boy tries to sell Time and Money to his busy, financially strapped father.
Old Elephant Ears
In this 5th excerpt from my book of wacky kid's poems, SOMETIMES I GET MY SHOES ON BACKWARDS, a brother complains about his sister's big ears.
Sticks and Stones
In this 4th excerpt from my book of wacky kid's poems, SOMETIMES I GET MY SHOES ON BACKWARDS, a disgruntled student complains about being picked on at school -- with a surprising ending!
Bedtime
Here's another excerpt from my wacky book of kid's poems, SOMETIMES I GET MY SHOES ON BACKWARDS. It's about a boy who hates bedtime, especially when he's not sleepy!
Father's Moustache
This is just one of 50 quirky gems found in my wacky book of poems for kids titled SOMETIMES I GET MY SHOES ON BACKWARDS. It's a funny ditty about a couple of kids who don't really like their dad's moustache, and plan to shave it off while he's sleeping so they can sell it to the highest bidder.
The Halloween Pumpkin
This is just one of 50 quirky gems found in my wacky book of poems for kids titled SOMETIMES I GET MY SHOES ON BACKWARDS. Have you ever carved a real pumpkin, left it out on the front doorstep for a week or so, and watched it slowly deteriorate before you finally sigh mightily and deliver it to the trash can? If so, you might identify with our hapless Halloween boy.
