Shel Silverstein
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Sardines
"I’m tired of eating just beans" says I, So I opened a can of sardines. But they started to squeek, "Hey, we’re tryin’ to sleep. We were snuggled up tight Till you let in the light. You big silly sap, let us finish our nap. Now close up the lid!" So that’s what I did…. Will somebody please pass the beans?
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LOVE
Ricky was "L" but he’s home with the flu, Lizzie, our "O" has some homework to do, Mitchell, "E" prob’ly got lost on the way, So I am all of live that could make it today.
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This is Shel Silverstein. He is the author of many adult's and kid's books of poems. Some of his book's for kids are the Giving Tree, Where the Sidewalk Ends, and A Light in the Attic. A Giraffe and A Half, Lafcadio, The Lion Who Shot Back, The Missing Piece, and the Missing Piece Meets the Big O are some of his others. Shel also writes songs, draws cartoons, sings, plays the guitar, and has an awesome time doing it all! |
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Band-Aids I have a Band-Aid on my finger, One on my knee, and one on my nose, One on my heel, and two on my shoulder, Three on my elbow, and nine on my toes. Two on my wrist, and one on my ankle, One on my chin, and one on my thigh, Four on my belly, and five on my bottom, One on my forehead, and one on my eye. One on my neck, and in case I might need ‘em I have a box full of thirty-five more. But oh! I do think it’s sort of a pity I don’t have a cut or a sore! |
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The Generals Said General Clay to General Gore, "Oh must we fight this silly war? To kill and die is such a bore." "I quite agree," said General Gore. Said General Gore to General Clay, "We could go to the beach today And have some ice cream on the way." "A grand idea," said General Clay. Said General Clay to General Gore, "We’ll build sand castles on the shore." Said General Gore, "We’ll splash and play." "Let’s leave right now," said General Clay. Said General Gore so General Clay, "But what if the sea is closed today? And what if the sand’s been blown away?" "A dreadful thought," said General Clay. Said General Gore to General Clay, "I’ve always feared the ocean’s spray, And we may drown!" "It’s true, we may. It chills my blood," said General Clay. Said General Clay to General Gore, "My bathing suit is slightly tore. We’d better to on with our war." "I quite agree," said General Gore. Then General Clay charged General Gore As bullets flew and cannons roared. And now, alas! there is no more Of General Clay or General Gore.
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