Shel Silverstein

[xoxoxoBruce]

Shel wrote wonderful children's songs, (and wonderful adult songs too).
This is an example of one of his books with songs, Underwater Land.
Check it out, it's fun. Oh, there's a button at the bottom right, to turn off the sound.

[Juniper]

I just love "A Boy Named Sue."

[wolf]

I really only know Shel Silverstein from repeatedly hearing Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out on Dr. Demento.

I have not read any of his books or poetry. Yes, I know I am culturally deficient, but I felt it was more important to learn all the names of the episodes of Star Trek (TOS).

[xoxoxoBruce]

19 poems.

'I cannot go to school today, '
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
'I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more-that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is...Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play! '