The elephants in our British zoo,
Are always catching colds and flus,
Because they come from the sun,
Where temperature peak at 41.
And imagine if you had a nose,
Longer than a garden hose,
Imagine if you had to sneeze,
With your nose so long and free,
You’d try to blow a sweet Achoo,
That sounds more like a big HAROOOO!
There’s Ants Inside our first enclosure,
It’s filled with near 10,000 soilders,
Exhibit 1; they’re first in line,
A tiny army fight zoo crime.
Lifting more than thrice their size,
And building forts in short of time.
An army like some small marines,
Led and captained by their queen.
Prepared for battle standing tall,
As workers build and repair the walls,
Our Small Ant Army, first defense,
I warn you not to scale our fence.
With pincered heads instead or swords,
Armored skin grown for war.
A man once caught who climbed the gate,
Soon he met horrific fate,
As he was soon caught and found,
And carried to their nest and mound.…
Author/Illustrator: Shel Silverstein
Publisher: Harper and Row, 1974
Genre: Children’s Poetry
My Rating: 5/5
Where the sidewalk ends is one of many works by the American poet: Sheldon Allan Silverstein. A collection of poetry aimed at the younger audience, it’s the perfect book for a quick read to share will all the family, for a laugh or a story (or 10) before bed!
I am massively influenced by Shel poetry and will definitely look into his other books and cartoons. He writes about everything from a brontosaurus to a run-away beard. But the book would not be complete without the Black and White illustrations (drew by Shel also). They add humor and explanation and turn a simple poem into something enjoyable to read and look at. His poems are sometimes nonsense, sometimes they boggle your mind, they are incredibly witty and they will certainly make you chuckle! Whatever your age! I recommend this book to everyone who’s inner child lives on, people who are sometimes just a little silly and those with families with all ages! It’s perfect for bedtimes!
A few of my favorites from the book.
Chester came to school and said,
“Durn, I growed another head.”
Teacher said “it’s time you knowed,
The word is ‘grew’ instead of ‘growed’.”
My skin is kind of sort of brownish,
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I’m told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it’s silver when it’s wet,
And all the colours I am inside,
Have not been invented yet.
When under the weather,
Take out your umbrella,
And point in the direction of wind.
Then simply adjust,
To be lifted by gusts,
Till you’re leaving the ground in a Spin.
A cheeky little poem for U of the A to Z Challenge.
In other news! My Shel Silverstein Book, Where the Sidewalk ends, has arrived! Wooop! Expect me to share a few of his poems in the coming weeks!
Listen to the mustn’ts child, listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossible, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves then listen close to me… anything can happen child, anything can be. – Shel Silverstein
Whilst browsing through wordpress I came across the poet Shel Silverstein and his book ‘Where the Sidewalk Ends’ on the blog ‘Free Page Numbers’.
Shamefully this is the first time I’d heard of him and to tell you the truth, now I’m little obsessed! He’s fantastic and I think the poet’s tree fits perfectly snug in my blog!