Poem: Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout  Would not take the garbage out! 
Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout 
Would not take the garbage out! 
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans, 
Candy the yams and spice the hams, 
And though her daddy would scream and shout, 
She simply would not take the garbage out. 
And so it piled up to the ceilings: 
Coffee grounds, potato peelings, 
Brown bananas, rotten peas, 
Chunks of sour cottage cheese. 
It filled the can, it covered the floor, 
It cracked the window and blocked the door 
With bacon rinds and chicken bones, 
Drippy ends of ice cream cones, 
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, 
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal, 
Pizza crusts and withered greens, 
Soggy beans and tangerines, 
Crusts of black burned buttered toast, 
Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . . 
The garbage rolled on down the hall, 
It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . . 
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, 
Globs of gooey bubble gum, 
Cellophane from green baloney, 
Rubbery blubbery macaroni, 
Peanut butter, caked and dry, 
Curdled milk and crusts of pie, 
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, 
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard, 
Cold french fried and rancid meat, 
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat. 
At last the garbage reached so high 
That it finally touched the sky. 
And all the neighbors moved away, 
And none of her friends would come to play. 
And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said, 
"OK, I'll take the garbage out!" 
But then, of course, it was too late. . . 
The garbage reached across the state, 
From New York to the Golden Gate. 
And there, in the garbage she did hate, 
Poor Sarah met an awful fate, 
That I cannot now relate 
Because the hour is much too late. 
But children, remember Sarah Stout 
And always take the garbage out!


by Shel Silverstein

Poem: The Crocodiles Toothache

The Crocodile's Toothache
Oh the Crocodile 
Went to the dentist 
And sat down in the chair, 
And the dentist said, 'Now tell me, sir, 
Why does it hurt and where?' 
And the Crocodile said, 'I'll tell you the truth. 
I have a terrible ache in my tooth.' 
And he opened his jaws so wide, so wide, 
That the dentist he climbed right inside, 
And the dentist laughed, 'Oh, isn't this fun?' 
As he pulled the teeth out, one by one. 
And the Crocodile cried, 'You're hurting me so! 
Please put down your pliers and let me go.' 
But the dentist just laughed with a Ho Ho Ho, 
And he said, 'I still have twelve to go -- 
Oops, that's the wrong one, I confess. 
But what's one crocodile's tooth, more or less?' 
Then suddenly the jaws went snap, 
And the dentist was gone right off the map. 
And where he went one could only guess... 
To North or South or East or West... 
He left no forwarding address. 
But what's one dentist more or less?

by Shel Silverstein

Poem: Invention

Invention
​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 Bob is strong enough,

But, oh, there’s only one thing wrong…

The court ain’t long enough.

by Shel Silverstein

Poem: Pancake

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Pancake? 

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 Teresa smiles and says,

“I’ll take the one in the middle.

by Shel silverstein