Poem of the Week 91

Poet’s Tree

Shel Silverstein

 

 

Underneath the poet tree

Come and rest awhile with me,

And watch the way the word-web weaves

Between the shady story leaves.

The branches of the poet tree

Reach from the mountains to the sea.

So come and dream, or come and climb –

Just don’t get hit by falling rhymes.

 

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Poem of the Week 89

The Homework Machine

Shel Silverstein

 

 

The Homework Machine,

Oh, the Homework Machine,

Most perfect

contraption that’s ever been seen.

Just put in your homework,

then drop in a dime,

Snap on the switch, and in ten seconds’ time,

Your homework comes out, quick and clean as can be.

Here it is— ‘nine plus four?’ and the answer is ‘three.’

Three?

Oh me . . .

I guess it’s not as perfect

As I thought it would be.

Poem of the Week 78

It’s Dark in Here

Shel Silverstein

 

I am writing these poems

From inside a lion,

And it’s rather dark in here.

So please excuse the handwriting

Which may not be too clear.

But this afternoon by the lion’s cage

I’m afraid I got too near.

And I’m writing these lines

From inside a lion.

And it’s rather dark in here.