Successfully reported this slideshow.
We use your LinkedIn profile and activity data to personalize ads and to show you more relevant ads. You can change your ad preferences anytime.

Poetry by Shel Silverstein

5,687 views

Published on

  • Be the first to comment

Poetry by Shel Silverstein

  1. 1. POETRY Shel Silverstein
  2. 2. HOMEMADE BOAT by Shel Silverstein This boat that we just built is just fine – And don’t try to tell us it’s not. The sides and the back are divine – It’s the bottom I guess we forgot…
  3. 3. THE LOSER by Shel Silverstein Mama said I’d lose my head If it wasn’t fastened on. Today I guess it wasn’t ‘Cause while playing with my cousin It fell off and rolled away And now it’s gone. And I can’t look for it ‘Cause my eyes are in it, And I can’t call to it ‘Cause my mouth is on it (Couldn’t hear me anyway ‘Cause my ears are on it), Can’t even think about it ‘Cause my brain is in it. So I guess I’ll sit down On this rock And rest for just a minute…
  4. 4. EARLY BIRD by Shel Silverstein Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you’re a bird, be an early bird – But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
  5. 5. PANCAKE by Shel Silverstein Who wants a pancake, Sweet and piping hot? Good little Grace looks up and says, “I’ll take the one on top.” Who else wants a pancake, Fresh off the griddle? Terrible Theresa smiles and says, “I’ll take the one in the middle.”
  6. 6. INVENTION by Shel Silverstein I’ve done it, I’ve done it! Guess what I’ve done! Invented a light that plugs into the sun. The sun is bright enough, The bulb is strong enough, But, oh, there’s only one thing wrong… The cord ain’t long enough.
  7. 7. TREE HOUSE by Shel Silverstein A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house. A street house, a neat house Be sure and wipe your feet house Is not my kind of house at all – Let’s go live in a tree house.
  8. 8. WHAT A DAY by Shel Silverstein What a day, Oh what a day. My baby brother ran away, And now my tuba will not play. I’m eight years old And turning grey, Oh what a day, Oh what a day.
  9. 9. MY BEARD by Shel Silverstein My beard grows to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.

×