Lately I've been re-visiting the wonderful world of Shel Silverstein. I remember when I was in second grade or so and we had some sort of public speaking contest for our school. I recited a Shel Silverstien poem, but for the life of me, I can't remember which one!! I remember staring through the pages of one of his books, and becoming immersed in the artwork and the stories told on every page, but I can't remember which poem I recited!! I remember that I won from our school and went on to some sort of district-wide or maybe city-wide contest, but that is all I remember about that either. Anyway, I found a couple of cute ones that are quickly becoming my new favorties. Enjoy!!
Snowball
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first -- it wet the bed.
Pirate Captain Jim
"Walk the plank," says Pirate Jim.
"But Captain Jim, I cannot swim."
"Then you must steer us through the gale."
"But Captain Jim, I cannot sail."
"Then down with the galley slaves you go."
"But Captain Jim, I cannot row."
"Then you must be a pirate's clerk."
"But Captain Jim, I cannot work."
"Then a pirate captain you must be."
"Thank you, Jim," says Captain Me.
Listen to the Mustn'ts
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me --
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.
I think this last one is my favorite for today. Kinda reminds me of dental hygiene school, in a way. I'm sure a few of you can relate.
I saw you posted that last one on fb and DH school is the first thing I thought of!
ReplyDeleteDid he write the "Polar Bear the the Fridgidare" My had to memorize that when she was little and she did it so many times the whole family learned it. I could still tell you the entire thing right now.
ReplyDeleteYes, Kaitlyn!! He wrote that one too:
ReplyDeleteBear In There by Shel Silverstein:
There's a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire--
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there--
That Polary Bear
In our Fridgitydaire.
that is awesome. nothing like good poetry. and AMEN to #3.
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