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Shel Silverstein- Kid’s Poems

Adventures of a Frisbee

 

The Frisbee, he got tired of sailing

To and fro and to;

And thought about the other things

That he would like to do.

So the next time that we 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 he 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.

 

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ROCKABYE

 

Rockabye baby, in the treetop.

Don’t you know a treetop

Is no safe place to rock?

And who put you up there,

And your cradle too?

Baby, I think someone down here’s

Got it in for you.

 

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HUG O’ WAR

 

I will not Play at tug o’ war.

I’d rather play at hug o’ war,

Where everyone hugs

Instead of tugs,

Where everyone giggles

And rolls on the rug,

Where everyone kisses,

And everyone grins,

And everyone cuddles,

And everyone wins.

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SMART

 

My dad gave me a dollar bill

‘Cause I’m his smartest son,

And I swapped it for two shiny quarters

‘Cause two is more than one!

 

And then I took the quarters

And traded them with Lou

For three dimes- I guess he don’t know

That three is more than two!

 

Just then, along came old blind Bates

And just ‘cause he can’t see

He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,

And four is more than three!

 

And I took the nickels to Hiram Coombs

Down at the seed-feed store,

And the fool gave me five pennies for them,

And five is more than four!

 

And then I went and showed my dad,

And he got red in the cheeks

And closed his eyes and shook his head-

Too proud of me to speak!

 

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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 hurts 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!’

 

 

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