What's your favorite Shel Silverstein poem?
 

Everyone here has had to have read Shel Silverstein. The Giving Tree? A Light In The Attic? Where The Sidewalk Ends?

It's so hard to choose a favorite.

Who?

I love The Giving Tree.

But, given my adult age now, and awareness of environmentalist wackos, I kind of wonder if ol Shel wasn't one himself.

One that I came across today that I liked...

Put Something In

Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
'Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain't been there before.

And an old favorite...

The Little Boy and the Old Man

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

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The Peanut Butter Sandwich is a good one.

God says to me with a kind of smile,
"Hey how would you like to be God awhile
And steer the world?"
"Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try.
Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?"
"Gimme back that wheel," says God.
"I don't think you're quite ready yet."

The Devil and Billy Markham

Why did i click on this thread?

Wasn't Shel in the Porn industry?

Some dummy built this pencil wrong,
The eraser's down here where the point belongs,
And the point's at the top - so it's no good to me,
It's amazing how stupid some people can be.

Reminds me of the Planet.

Moses this,
Jesus that,
Abraham hit me with a wiffle ball bat.

I remember finding an adult version of hamlet he wrote in a playboy magazine. Tore it out and removed the playboy references, showed it to my high school english teacher, he said he's already read it, liked it, and told me good job for not just looking at the pictures.
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Sick

"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 spine 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!"

Would you like to hear of the terrible night
When I bravely fought the
No?
Alright

That is the only one I remeber off of the top of my head