Poem in your pocket day

To commemorate the end of National Poetry Month, today is Poem In Your Pocket Day. And for us bloggy types, it’s also Poem On Your Blog Day.

There are so many amazing poets to choose from, but I think I shall favor you with a silly selection from my favorite living American poet – Shel Silverstein. It’s so hard to choose which one I love the best, for you see, I grew up with fairly odd parents who bought me things like Shel albums which had poems like The Smokeoff (one my personal faves), and books with poems like “Someone ate the baby”… a poem near and dear to my heart when my parents had the audacity to breed again. (I mean, you’d think one of me would have been warning enough, wouldn’t you?) And so, rather than inflicting my hippy upbringing upon all of you, I give you

Someone Ate The Baby (Dreadful)

Someone ate the baby.
It’s rather sad to say.
Someone ate the baby
So she won’t be out to play.

We’ll never hear her whiney cry
Or have to feel if she is dry.
We’ll never hear her asking “Why?”
Someone ate the baby.

Someone ate the baby.
It’s absolutely clear
Someone ate the baby
‘Cause the baby isn’t here.

We’ll give away her toys and clothes.
We’ll never have to wipe her nose.
Dad says, “That’s the way it goes.”
Someone ate the baby.

Someone ate the baby.
What a frightful thing to eat!
Someone ate the baby
Though she wasn’t very sweet.

It was a heartless thing to do.
The policemen haven’t got a clue.
I simply can’t imagine who
Would go and (burp) eat the baby.

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