Monday, September 15, 2008

Great poems for those with strong stomachs

I really had forgotten how delightful Shel Silverstein's poems were until
I purchased Where the Sidewalk Ends for my granddaughter.
I wouldn't say it's her favorite book quite yet but she does listen to them
and is starting to get into the spirit.
Her reaction when I read this poem was everything I'd hoped for...she was
grossed out, curious, disgusted, amused, perplexed. We had a lively
conversation about it during which she mentioned several things
that might happen if one were to eat the baby and which babies she knows
might get eaten.

I highly recommend this book


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.

-- Shel Silverstein