Poetry is so much more interesting to listen to than to read, unless one is in love with the sound of one's own voice, that this must be a purely rhetorical question.
John Lithgow's grandmother. And the Jumblies. After all, they went to sea in a sieve, they did!
Lithgow doing the bulk of the reading makes this less of a book than a long conversation with the author. As to the guests, they could not have been more perfectly suited. Billy Connolly stood out as particularly exceptional reading "To a Mouse" and "The Owl and the Pussycat." In the first case, the only other potential reader that comes to mind seems a bit too serious for a poem about a "Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie." In the second, Connolly's humor is perfectly suited to the task.
Third Poet from the Sun
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