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Selected poems from A Light in the Attic, by Shel Silverstein. “Examination”. I went to the doctor—. He reached down my throat,. He pulled out a shoe. And a little. A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein. Plus other Shel Silverstein titles for display. Activities or Games: Perform a Poem. Choose a selection of poems and write. it continues to sell many copies, as does Silverstein's follow-up collection of poems, The Light In The Attic. Publisher's Weekly called the latter book "a big.

What is it? Somebody has to go polish the stars, For the eagles and starlings and gulls Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn, They say they want new ones we cannot afford. So please get your rags And your polishing jars, Somebody has to go polish the stars. She bounced on the board and flew into the air With a twist of her head and a twirl of her hair. She did thirty-four jackknives, backflipped and spun, Quadruple gainered, and reached for the sun, And then somersaulted nine times and a quarter — And looked down and saw that the pool had no water.

Here comes summer, Here comes summer, Gentle showers, summer clothes. Here comes summer, Here comes summer — Whoosh — shiver — there it goes. When a knight comes to fight I just toast him on sight. Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun. When I see a fair damsel go by, I just sigh a fiery sigh, And she's baked like a 'tater — I think of her later With a romantic tear in my eye. I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun, But my lunches aren't very much fun, For I like my damsels medium rare, And they always come out well done.

Of course it could never be Nearly as great As that beautiful book That the silly goat ate. So if you don't like This new book I just wrote — Blame the goat. His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair. And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window. His sweater's been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.

His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall.

A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall. Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Donald or Robert or Willie or — Huh? You say it's mine? Oh dear, I knew it looked familiar! I've never fought a duel, I've never crossed the desert On a lop-eared, swayback mule, I've never climbed an idol's nose To steal a cursed jewel.

I've never gone down with my ship Into the bubblin' brine. I've never saved a lion's life And then had him save mine.

Or screamed Ahoooo while swingin' through The jungle on a vine. I've never dealt draw poker In a rowdy lumber camp, Or got up at the count of nine To beat the world's champ, I've never had my picture on A six-cent postage stamp. I've never scored a touchdown On a ninety-nine-yard run, I've never winged six Daltons With my dying brother's gun. Or kissed Miz Jane, and rode my hoss Into the setting sun.

Sometimes I get so depressed 'Bout what I haven't done. It's a halloween sale: A nickel a pail For skeletons, spirits and haunts. Skeletons, spirits and haunts, More than most anyone wants. Will you pay for a shock, 'Cause we're quite overstocked On skeletons, spirits and haunts. Instead, I find that I have straight hair And a very wavy head. And once you get in it To go where you're going, You simply get out, 'cause you're there.

Backward Bill's got a backward shack With a big front porch that's built out back. You walk through the window and look out the door And the cellar is up on the very top floor. Backward Bill he rides like the wind Don't know where he's going but sees where he's been. His spurs they go "neigh" and his horse it goes "clang," And his six-gun goes "gnab," it never goes "bang. Backward Bill's got a backward pup, They eat their supper when the sun comes up. Backward Bill wears his hat on his toes And puts on his underwear over his clothes.

And come every payday he pays his boss. And rides off a-smilin' a-carryin' his hoss. Spats Had twenty-one hats, And none of them were the same. And Mr. Smeds Had twenty-one heads And only one hat to his name. Smeds Met Mr. Spats, They talked of the downloading and selling of hats. Spats Bought Mr. Smeds hat! Did you ever hear anything Crazier than that? 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. When you see a ladder you will never walk beneath it. And if you ever spill some salt you'll throw some 'cross your back, And carry 'round a rabbit's foot just in case you need it. You'll pick up any pin that you find lying on the ground, And never, never, ever throw your hat upon the bed, Or open an umbrella when you are in the house. You'll bite your tongue each time you say A thing you shouldn't have said.

You'll hold your breath and cross your fingers Walkin' by a graveyard. And number thirteen's never gonna do you any good. Black cats will all look vicious, if you're superstitious, But I'm not superstitious knock on wood. He has often been known to imprison His friends in the hold dark and dank, Or lash them up high on the mizzen, Or force them to stroll down a plank.

He will selfishly ask you to dig up Some barrels of ill-gotten gold. And if you so much as just higgup, He'll leave you to fill up the hole. He may cast you adrift in a rowboat He has no reaction to tears Or put you ashore without NO boat On an island and leave you for years. He s a rotter, a wretch and a sinner, He's foul as a fellow can be, But if you invite him to dinner, Oh, please sit him next to me!

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I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor. I'd rather play Hurk than go to work. What's Hurk? I don't know, but it must be better than work. If we leave it behind we'll be lost.

If we haul it on board, we will sink. If we sit and keep talkin' about it. It will soon be too late for our trip. It sure can be rough on a sailor When the anchor's too big for the ship. Turn and squirm and try to reach it. Twist your neck and bend your back, Hear your elbows creak and crack. Stretch your fingers, now you bet it's Going to reach — no that won't get it — Hold your breath and stretch and pray, Only just an inch away.

Worse than a sunbeam you can't catch Is that one spot that You can't scratch. Every single thing I touch Turns to raspberry Jell-O. Today I touched the kitchen wall squish , I went and punched my brother Paul splish.

I tried to fix my bike last week sploosh.

And kissed my mother on the cheek gloosh. I got into my overshoes sklush , I tried to read the Evening News smush , I sat down in the easy chair splush , I tried to comb my wavy hair slush.

I took a dive into the sea glush — Would you like to shake hands with me sklush? Said little a to big G, "Without me, The sea would be The se. The flea would be The fie. And earth and heaven couldn't be Without me.

I keep it hidden from my friends So that they will not stare.

It has a little twisty mouth, And yellow teethies, too. It snickers when I hold my fork, It giggles when I'm blue, And laughs and laughs and laughs At everything I try to do. Just put in your homework, then drop in a dime, Snap on the switch, and in ten seconds' time. Your homework comes out, quick and clean as can be. Here it is — "nine plus four? Oh me. I guess it's not as perfect As I thought it would be. Eight balloons with strings a-flyin'.

Free to do what they wanted to. One flew up to touch the sun — POP! One thought highways might be fun — POP! One took a nap in a cactus pile — POP! One stayed to play with a careless child — POP! One tried to taste some bacon fryin' — POP!

One fell in love with a porcupine — POP! One looked close in a crocodile's mouth — POP! Eight balloons no one was downloadin' — They broke loose and away they flew. Free to float and free to fly And free to pop where they wanted to. If you ask me how I feel, That's consideration. If we stop and talk awhile, That's a conversation. If we understand each other, That's communication. If we argue, scream and fight, That's an altercation. If later we apologize, That's reconciliation.

If we help each other home, That's cooperation. And all these ations added up Make civilization. And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration? When her hands could finally reach the keys, Her feet couldn't reach the floor.

When her hands could finally reach the keys, And her feet could reach the floor. Turned out, it was an aunt eater. And now my uncle's mad! Can you stay in that ol' saddle Till your teeth begin to rattle? Can you whoop and bounce And stick upon his back? Can you ride the buckin' bronco While he's snortin' smoke and kickin' And your stomach starts to sicken And you feel as though Your spine's about to crack? She was opening up her umbrella, She thought it was going to rain, When we all heard a snap Like the clap of a trap And we never have seen her again.

What do I do? This library book is 42 Years overdue. Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child? Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, Or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse.

Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly, Can you ever feel that you trust them completely? Or should we make a pet out of something less scary.

Now pull yourself up off the ground And wait until the spring — Then swing! The only kind my folks would let Me get. He does smell sort of bad And yet. He absolutely never gets The sofa wet. We have a butcher for a vet. The strangest vet you ever met. Guess we're the weirdest family yet, To have a hot dog for a pet.

So the next time that they threw him, He turned there in the sky, And sailed away to try and find Some new things he could try. He tried to be an eyeglass, But no one could see through him.

He tried to be a UFO, But everybody knew him. He tried to be a dinner plate, But he got cracked and quit. He tried to be a pizza, But got tossed and baked and bit. He tried to be a hubcap, But the cars all moved too quick.

He tried to be a record, But the spinnin' made him sick. He tried to be a quarter, But he was too big to spend. So he rolled home, quite glad to be A Frisbee once again. They said come skating; I'd done it twice.

They said come skating; It sounded nice. I wore roller — They meant ice. Who's there? Me who? That's right! What's right? That's what I want to know!

What's what you want to know? Yes, exactly! Exactly what? Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain! Exactly what on a chain? Yes what? No, Exactlywatt! I told you — Exactlywatt! Yes, it's with me! What's with you? Exactlywatt — that's what's with me. Go away! Knock knock. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.

He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall. But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke.

And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!

And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep. And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny.

One day he said, "I'll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown. Oh no, no, no. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after. While Cloony stood in the circus tent.

With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. A little too small — just a bit Too floppy. Couldn't get used to it, Took it off.

I tried on the dancer's shoes, A little too loose. Not the kind you could use For walkin'. Didn't feel right in 'em, Kicked 'em off. I tried on the summer sun, Felt good. Nice and warm — knew it would. Tried the grass beneath bare feet, Felt neat. There's so little time and so much to achieve. And I'm tired!

I've been lying here holding the grass in its place. Pressing a leaf with the side of my face, Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet, Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.

I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud. Warning the robins to not chirp so loud, Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes, Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes. I've been supervising the work of the ants And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants, Timing the sun to see what time it sets, Calling the fish to swim into my nets, And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths, And I'm TIRED!

They fought the armored Ankylosaurs and wild Brontosaurus, Glyptodons and Varanids and hungry Plateosaurus. Shrieking Archaeopteryx, Triceratops as well, And those that I cannot pronounce, nor even try to spell. But anyway, they slowly turned to lizards and turtles and snakes. And all the brave and wild and woolly prehistoric people They turned into us, for goodness' sakes! Oh, wouldn't it be a most wondrous thing To have a guitar that could play and could sing By itself — what an absolute joy it would be To have a guitar.

For then if you are kidnapped by a Wild Barbazzoop, Who sells you to a Ragged Hag Who wants you for her soup, She'll pick you up and sniff you, And then she'll sneeze "Achooo," And say, ''My tot, you're much too hot, I fear you'll never do.

And soon you will be safe at home a-sittin in your chair, If you always, always, always. Always, always, always, always, Always, always sprinkle pepper in your hair.

He looks at me, and "Friend," says he, "Things ain't as sweet as they used to be. It's hot! I can't get cool. I've drunk a quart of lemonade. I think I'll take my shoes off And sit around in the shade.

My back is sticky, The sweat rolls down my chin. I think I'll take my clothes off And sit around in my skin. I've tried with Tectric fans, And pools and ice cream cones. I think I'll take my skin off And sit around in my bones. It's still hot! Just lies on his back in the strangest way And doesn't move. I tickled him And poked at him And dangled string in front of him, But he just lies there Stiff and cold And sort of staring straight ahead.

Jim says he's dead.

A Light in the Attic

I just washed a behind That I'm sure wasn't mine. There's too many kids in this tub. Channel 2's just news. Channel 3's hard to see. Channel 4 is just a bore.

Channel 5 is all jive. Channel 6 needs to be fixed. Channel 7 and Channel 8 — Just old movies, not so great. Channel 9's a waste of time.

Channel 10 is off, my child. Wouldn't you like to talk awhile? So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky Ski-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go. He climbed to the top of a mountain of snow — Snow-hi-dee, slow-hi-dee, oh-hi-dee-hoo.

With the clouds high above and the sea down below — Where-hi-dee, there-hi-dee, scare-hi-dee-boo. Happy ending And he flipped and he flapped and he bellowed so loud — Now-hi-dee, loud-hi-dee, proud-hi-dee-poop. And he sailed like an eagle, off into the clouds — High-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, bye-hi-dee-boop.

Unhappy ending And he leaped like a frog and he fell like a stone — Stone-hi-dee, lone-hi-dee, own-hi-dee-flop. And he crashed and he drowned and broke all his bones — Bones-hi-dee, moans-hi-dee, groans-hi-dee-glop.

Chicken ending He looked up at the sky and looked down at the sea — Sea-hi-dee, free-hi-dee, whee-hi-dee-way.

And he turned and went home and had cookies and tea — That's hi-dee, all hi-dee, I have to say. Whatif I'm dumb in school? Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry? Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow taller? Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite?

Whatif they start a war? Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late? Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants? Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems swell, and then The nighttime Whatifs strike again! You used to complain That you had no fur coat, And now you complain of the fleas. Was it my imagination? Did I feel this mountain move?

Did I hear it snore? And who put you up there. And your cradle too? Baby, I think someone down here's Got it in for you. Said the little boy, "I often cry. My Grandpa went to Myrtle Beach And sent us back a turtle each. And then he went to Katmandu And mailed a real live Cockatoo.

From Rio an iguana came, A smelly goat arrived from Spain. Now he's in India, you see — My Grandpa always thinks of me. He got tickled by his mom. Wiggled and giggled and fell on the floor, Laughed and rolled right out the door. All the way to school and then He got tickled by his friends. Laughed till he fell off his stool, Laughed and rolled right out of school Down the stairs and finally stopped Till he got tickled by a cop. And all the more that he kept gigglin', All the more the folks kept ticklin'.

He shrieked and screamed and rolled around, Laughed his way right out of town. Through the country down the road, He got tickled by a toad. Past the mountains across the plain, Tickled by the falling rain, Tickled by the soft brown grass, Tickled by the clouds that passed. Giggling, rolling on his back He rolled on the railroad track.

Rumble, rumble, whistle, roar — Tom ain't ticklish anymore. Yes, it's a nasty habit, but Before you start to scold, Remember, I have never ever Scratched a single soul. The worm is under The ground is under The grass is under The blanket is under The diaper is under The baby is under The tree. The bee is bothering The puppy is bothering The dog is bothering The cat is bothering The baby is bothering Mama is bothering Me. What a strange wind it was today. What a strange wind it was today, Cool and clear from a sky so grey And my hat stayed on but my head blew away — What a strange wind it was today.

What are you doing with those silly buckles on your shoes anyway? Buckle my shoe, shut the door, pick up sticks, next thing you'll be telling me to lay them straight. Nine, ten, a big fat. And that's why his face is A tangle of wires and steel. He'll sit and he'll wait Till his tusks are both straight — And then think how happy he'll feel! But meanwhile, they're ruining his meal. The sea is a-roarin', the sea gulls they screech, The bosun he rants and he raves.

There's a chickenish stubble, and fishbelly skin On that face, once so blazin' and brave. And his ol' faithful parrot Can hardly bear it Since ol' Captain Blackbeard shaved. When he shouts, "Board and sink her! Depends how much you give 'em. So tomorrow just look at the sky, And if there's no moon you can bet I've found what I sought and I finally caught The moon in my moon-catchin' net. But if the moon's still shinin' there, Look close underneath and you'll get A clear look at me in the sky swingin' free With a star in my moon-catchin' net.

I'm here to do the swinging-- Now, who's gonna move the trees? On page 11, the other end is attached to one branch of a large tree. Policeman, policeman, Help me please. Someone went and stole my knees. I'd chase him down but I suspect My feet and legs just won't connect.

McTwitter the baby-sitter, I think she's a little bit crazy. She thinks a baby-sitter's supposed To sit upon the baby. Small feet are sticking out from under her. So none of the other kids can use 'em. What did the carrot say to the wheat? Nothing, you silly. That's the dumbest way I've seen To make a milk shake. When the light is red you stop.

But what do you do When the light turns blue With orange and lavender spots? It might be a button of blue On the coat of the woman Who lived in a shoe. It might be a magical bean, Or a fold in the red Velvet robe of a queen. It might be the one little bite Of the apple her stepmother Gave to Snow White. It might be the veil of a bride Or a bottle with some evil genie inside. It might be a small tuft of hair On the big bouncy belly Of Bobo the Bear.

It might be a bit of the cloak Of the Witch of the West As she melted to smoke. It might be a shadowy trace Of a tear that runs down an angel's face. Nothing has more possibilities Than one old wet picture puzzle piece. Do a loony-goony dance 'Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain't been there before.

I met a devil, but he didn't want my soul, He only wanted to borrow my bike awhile. I met a vampire, but he didn't want my blood, He only wanted two nickels for a dime. I keep meeting all the right people-At all the wrong times. We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things, If we were a rock 'n' roll band. If we were a rock 'n' roll band, And we were up there on the stand, The people would hear us and love us and cheer us, Hurray for that rock 'n' roll band.

If we were a rock 'n' roll band, Then we'd have a million fans. We'd giggle and laugh and sign autographs, If we were a rock 'n' roll band.

We'd be millionaires and have extra long hair, If we were a rock 'n' roll band. But we ain't no rock 'n' roll band, We're just seven kids in the sand With homemade guitars and pails and jars And drums of potato chip cans. Just seven kids in the sand, Talkin' and wavin' our hands, And dreamin' and thinkin' oh wouldn't it be grand, If we were a rock 'n' roll band.

They are sitting on the sand playing like a rock-and-roll band. I remember I put on my tie That was painted In beautiful purples and blues. I remember I put on my coat, To look perfectly grand at the dance, Y et I feel there is something I may have forgot-What is it? What is it? He's wearing a cap, a striped tie, a jacket one hand is in his jacket pocket, horizontally striped calf-length socks, and laced shoes 26 MEMORIZIN' MO Mo memorized the dictionary But just can't seem to find a job Or anyone who wants to marry Someone who memorized the dictionary.

Somebody has to go polish the stars, For the eagles and starlings and gulls Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn, They say they want new ones we cannot afford. So please get your rags And your polishing jars, Somebody has to go polish the stars.

She bounced on the board and flew into the air With a twist of her head and a twirl of her hair. She did thirty-four jackknives, backflipped and spun, Quadruple gainered, and reached for the sun, And then somersaulted nine times and a quarter-And looked down and saw that the pool had no water. Here comes summer, Here comes summer, Gentle showers, summer clothes. Here comes summer, Here comes summer-Whoosh--shiver--there it goes. When a knight comes to fight I just toast him on sight, Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.

When I see a fair damsel go by, I just sigh a fiery sigh, And she's baked like a 'tater-I think of her later With a romantic tear in my eye. I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun, But my lunches aren't very much fun, For I like my damsels medium rare, And they always come out well done. At the side of this page is a large dragon, sitting on a mountain slope, with a tear coming down from his eye, looking at a small woman. Of course it could never be Nearly as great As that beautiful book That the silly goat ate.

So if you don't like This new book I just wrote-Blame the goat. In front of him is a fairly big book with a bite taken out of it. His underwear is hanging on the lamp. His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair, And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp. His workbook is wedged in the window, His sweater's been thrown on the floor. His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.

His books are all jammed in the closet, His vest has been left in the hall. A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.

Whosever room this is should be ashamed! Donald or Robert or Willie or-Huh? Y ou say it's mine? Oh dear, I knew it looked familiar! There are a nose-and-glasses; binoculars; bottle with straw; boot; drum; long-necked banjo; baseball bat and glove; apple core; shoe; opened book; clock; playing card.

I've never gone down with my ship Into the bubblin' brine, I've never saved a lion's life And then had him save mine, Or screamed Ahoooo while swingin' through The jungle on a vine. I've never dealt draw poker In a rowdy lumber camp, Or got up at the count of nine To beat the world's champ, I've never had my picture on A six-cent postage stamp. I've never scored a touchdown On a ninety-nine-yard run, I've never winged six Daltons With my dying brother's gun.

Or kissed Miz Jane, and rode my hoss Into the setting sun. Sometimes I get so depressed 'Bout what I haven't done. It's a halloween sale: A nickel a pail For skeletons, spirits and haunts.

Skeletons, spirits and haunts, More than most anyone wants. Will you pay for a shock, 'Cause we're overstocked On skeletons, spirits and haunts. In her hands are heads on tall sticks: a round head with one eye; an elongated, bald head; a skeleton head; and a bald head with a large nose, bared teeth, eyelashes, moustache and scraggly beard. Instead, I find that I have straight hair And a very wavy head. And once you get in it To go where you're going, Y ou simply get out, 'cause you're there.

Backward Bill's got a backward shack With a big front porch that's built out back. Y ou walk through the window and look out the door And the cellar is up on the very top floor.

Backward Bill he rides like the wind Don't know where he's going but sees where he's been. His spurs they go "neigh" and his horse it goes "clang," And his six-gun goes "gnab," it never goes "bang.

A Light In The Attic By Shel Silverstein

Backward Bill wears his hat on his toes And puts on his underwear over his clothes. And come every payday he pays his boss, And rides off a-smilin' a-carryin' his hoss.

A boot, turned backward, is sitting on his head. The horse is branded with 2 backward capital letter B's. Spats Had twenty-one hats, And none of them were the same.

And Mr. Smeds Had twenty-one heads And only one hat to his name. A short moustached man in an overcoat is walkin g toward the facing page. On his head are 21 hats of various kinds] [42] Now, when Mr. Smeds Met Mr. Spats, They talked of the downloading and selling of hats.

Spats Bought Mr. Smeds' hat! Did you ever hear anything Crazier than that? The head on top is wearing a hat. He's looking at a little boy. The boy is standing with his hands clasped behind his back looking as if he doesn't know what to do. There are grapes and a broken dish with spilled liquid on the floor. The fridge is full of food. 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. When you see a ladder you will never walk beneath it. And if you ever spill some salt you'll throw some 'cross your back, And carry 'round a rabbit's foot just in case you need it.

Y ou'll pick up any pin that you find lying on the ground, And never, never, ever throw your hat upon the bed, Or open an umbrella when you are in the house.

Y ou'll bite your tongue each time you say A thing you shouldn't have said. Y ou'll hold your breath and cross your fingers Walkin' by a graveyard, And number thirteen's never gonna do you any good.

Black cats will all look vicious, if you're superstitious, But I'm not superstitious knock on wood. He has often been known to imprison His friends in the hold dark and dank, Or lash them up high on the mizzen, Or force them to stroll down a plank. He will selfishly ask you to dig up Some barrels of ill-gotten gold, And if you so much as just higgup, He'll leave you to fill up the hole.

He may cast you adrift in a rowboat He has no reaction to tears Or put you ashore without NO boat On an island and leave you for years. He's a rotter, a wretch and a sinner, He's foul as a fellow can be, But if you invite him to dinner, Oh, please sit him next to me! I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor. I'd rather play Hurk than go to work. What's Hurk? I don't know, but it must be better than work. If we leave it behind we'll be lost.

If we haul it on board, we will sink. If we sit and keep talkin' about it, It will soon be too late for our trip. It sure can be rough on a sailor When the anchor's too big for the ship. The boy is holding a rope attached to a very large anchor, which is resting on the bottom of the lake under the water. The water and sandy bottom extend from page In the water next to the boat is a little fish.

The boat is near the shore. Turn and squirm and try to reach it, Twist your neck and bend your back, Hear your elbows creak and crack, Stretch your fingers, now you bet it's Going to reach--no that won't get it-- Hold your breath and stretch and pray, Only just an inch away, Worse than a sunbeam you can't catch Is that one spot that Y ou can't scratch.

Every single thing I touch Turns to raspberry Jell-O. Today I touched the kitchen wall squish , I went and punched my brother Paul splish. I tried to fix my bike last week sploosh , And kissed my mother on the cheek gloosh. I got into my overshoes sklush , I tried to read the Evening News smush , I sat down in the easy chair splush , I tried to comb my wavy hair slush. I took a dive into the sea glush -Would you like to shake hands with me sklush?

She is standing in what looks like a pile of suds. Behind her, in the suds, is a woman's face, a leg sticking up, a bike wheel, a shovel, and the back of a chair.

And earth and heaven couldn't be Without me. I keep it hidden from my friends So that they will not stare. It has a little twisty mouth, And yellow teethies, too. It snickers when I hold my fork, It giggles when I'm blue, And laughs and laughs and laughs At everything I try to do. Just put in your homework, then drop in a dime, Snap on the switch, and in ten seconds' time, Y our homework comes out, quick and clean as can be.

Here it is--"nine plus four? Oh me. I guess it's not as perfect As I thought it would be. Eight balloons with strings a-flyin', Free to do what they wanted to. One flew up to touch the sun--POP! One thought highways might be fun--POP!

One took a nap in a cactus pilePOP! One stayed to play with a careless child--POP! One tried to taste some bacon fryin'--POP! One fell in love with a porcupine--POP! One looked close in a crocodile's mouth--POP! Eight balloons no one was downloadin'-- They broke loose and away they flew, Free to float and free to fly And free to pop where they wanted to. If you ask me how I feel, That's consideration. If we stop and talk awhile, That's a conversation.

If we understand each other, That's communication. If we argue, scream and fight, That's an altercation. If later we apologize, That's reconciliation. If we help each other home, That's cooperation. And all these ations added up Make civilization.

And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration? When her hands could finally reach the keys, Her feet couldn't reach the floor. When her hands could finally reach the keys, And her feet could reach the floor, She didn't want to play that ol' piano anymore.

Her fingers are on the keys but her feet are dangling. A piece of piano music is propped in front of her, a little too high for her to see. On top of the piano is a plant. Turned out, it was an aunt eater, And now my uncle's mad! Can you stay in that ol' saddle Till your teeth begin to rattle?

Can you whoop and bounce And stick upon his back?

Can you ride the buckin' bronco While he's snortin' smoke and kickin' And your stomach starts to sicken And you feel as though Y our spine's about to crack? Y es I'll tame the buckin' bronco, Y ou can see me settin' easy. Here's the buckin' bronco, Here is me. In the center is a large bucking bronco.

At the edge of p. There is an arrow from the line Here is me pointing to the feet. She was opening up her umbrella, She thought it was going to rain, When we all heard a snap Like the clap of a trap And we never have seen her again.

What do I do? This library book is 42 Y ears overdue. Will they scratch an adult, will they snap at a child? Should you pet them, or let them run free where they roam? Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home? Can they be trained to not growl at the guests? Will a litterbox work or would they leave a mess? Can we make them a Cowberry, herding the cows, Or maybe a Muleberry pulling the plows, Or maybe a Huntberry chasing the grouse, Or maybe a Watchberry guarding the house, And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly, Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?

Or should we make a pet out of something less scary, Like the Domestic Prune or the Imported Cherry, Anyhow, you've been warned and I will not be blamed If your Wild Strawberry cannot be tamed. Now pull yourself up off the ground And wait until the spring-Then swing! From a branch at the top of the page hangs a long string looped under a boy's nose. He does smell sort of bad And yet, He absolutely never gets The sofa wet.

We have a butcher for a vet, The strangest vet you ever met. Guess we're the weirdest family yet, To have a hot dog for a pet. He's looking back at the hotdog with a not-too-happy look on his face. So the next time that they threw him, He turned there in the sky, And sailed away to try and find Some new things he could try.

He tried to be an eyeglass, But no one could see through him. He tried to be a UFO, But everybody knew him. He tried to be a dinner plate, But he got cracked and quit. He tried to be a pizza, But got tossed and baked and bit. He tried to be a hubcap, But the cars all moved too quick. He tried to be a record, But the spinnin' made him sick.

He tried to be a quarter, But he was too big to spend. So he rolled home, quite glad to be A Frisbee once again. They said come skating; I'd done it twice. They said come skating; It sounded nice. I wore roller-- They meant ice. She has a cap on her head. Who's there? Me who?

That's right! What's right? That's what I want to know! What's what you want to know? Y es, exactly! Exactly what? Y es, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain! Exactly what on a chain? Y es what? No, Exactlywatt! I told youExactlywatt! Y es, it's with me! What' s with you? Exactlywatt--that's what's with me. Go away! Knock knock. Knocking on the door is a creature with a smiling face holding by a chain a very large blob with feet, one eye, and a cap on its head] 79 [illustration: at the side of p.

He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall, But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke. And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!

And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after, While Cloony stood in the circus tent, With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. A little too small--just a bit Too floppy. Couldn't get used to it, Took it off. I tried on the dancer's shoes, A little too loose.

Not the kind you could use For walkin'. Didn't feel right in 'em, Kicked 'em off. I tried on the summer sun, Felt good.

Nice and warm--knew it would. Tried the grass beneath bare feet, Felt neat. Finally, finally felt well dressed, Nature's clothes just fit me best.

She's putting a ballet slipper on one foot; the other already has a slipper on it. There's so little time and so much to achieve, And I'm tired! I've been lying here holding the grass in its place, Pressing a leaf with the side of my face, Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet, Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.

I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud, Warning the robins to not chirp so loud, Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes, Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes. I've been supervising the work of the ants And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants, Timing the sun to see what time it sets, Calling the fish to swim into my nets, And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths, And I'm TIRED!

They fought the armored Ankylosaurs and wild Brontosaurus, Glyptodons and Varanids and hungry Plateosaurus. Shrieking Archaeopteryx, Triceratops as well, And those that I cannot pronounce, nor even try to spell. But anyway, they slowly turned to lizards and turtles and snakes. And all the brave and wild and woolly prehistoric people-They turned into us, for goodness' sakes!

The hands and feet of another small person, apparently inside the skull, are sticking out of its eye and nose sockets. I got stung by a bee I was just lyin' there, And it tattooed a message I can't let you see That spells out. For then if you are kidnapped by a Wild Barbazzoop, Who sells you to a Ragged Hag Who wants you for her soup, She'll pick you up and sniff you, And then she'll sneeze "Achooo," And say, "My tot, you're much too hot, I fear you'll never do.Quadruple gainered.

When can I quit? Oh, yes. The sea would be. Warning the robins to not chirp so loud.. And every time he did a trick. His underwear is hanging on the lamp. All I can afford Is a board. And he said.

GUSTAVO from Newburgh
I love reading comics properly. Also read my other articles. I have always been a very creative person and find it relaxing to indulge in dirt jumping.
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