when I was little my favorite thing in the entire world was to read Shel Silverstein's poetry. A large part of why the obsession began had to with the fact that my big brother really liked it and I just wanted to be doing what he was doing. Eventually he lost interest however and I had to keep my feelings about the books completely incognito so that I could remain in good favor with the higher power. Unfortunetly since I was a Christina "Little sister who cries all the time" and not Christian "Totally awesome little brother to be the green poweranger" the mssion was hopeless.
ANYWAYS.
Where the sidewalk ends was the best book ever. All the poems in it were so incredibly original and out there. They made me laugh while simultaneously provoking my brain. My favorite ones were those that had pictures that illustrated an aspect of the poem you didn't expect.I would always think he was so clever and funny.They were just awesome. The weird part about looking back on them now however is a large portion of them seem sort of sarcastic. Oh well. They were magical.
I'll never forget in third grade, we had to memorize a poem and I did this one because I thought it was like the funniest crap ever and everyone would want to be my best friend.
I made a little snowball,
as perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas and a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
but first it wet the bed.
It was something like that..
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