Whether or not they trouble your sleep, Prelutsky's ogre's gallery makes other monster poems turn pale. The company numbers thirteen from Will o' the Wisp to Bogeyman and includes loose-jointed skeletons who will set tongues dancing ""with the click and the clack/and the chitter and the chack/ and the clatter and the chatter/of their bare bare bones"" and a grisly schoolyard ghoul who'll make mincemeat of your funnybone. The all-stops-open rhythm swings along with never a break or groan, and Lobel, disguised as Edward Gorey for the occasion, falls into the spirit of morbid glee. The whole performance is as polished as a vampire's incisor.