National Poetry Month: Week Four

     I would be remiss, during this National Poetry Month, if I disincluded the maestro, the connoissuer, the wizard: Shel Silverstein. Now, it is absolutely impossible for me to share just one poem from this genius, so I'll share two. The first one speaks directly to my spirit and soul, and if you know me at all, you'll know why when you read it. The second one is an absolute classic in my household, and always reminds me of my mom. So, for the last week of National Poetry month, please enjoy some lighthearted and humorous poems.

How Not to Have to Dry the Dishes

by Shel Silverstein 

If you have to dry the dishes

(Such an awful, boring chore)

If you have to dry the dishes

('Stead of going to the store)

If you have to dry the dishes

And you drop one on the floor—

Maybe they won't let you

Dry the dishes anymore.

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Boa Constrictor

by Shel Silverstein

Oh, I'm being eaten

By a boa constrictor,

A boa constrictor,

A boa constrictor,

I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,

And I don't like it--one bit.

Well, what do you know?

It's nibblin' my toe.

Oh, gee,

It's up to my knee.

Oh my,

It's up to my thigh.

Oh, fiddle,

It's up to my middle.

Oh, heck,

It's up to my neck.

Oh, dread,

It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .

The poem I'd like to share with you from my own collection is one that I completely forgotten I had written until I found it amongst my writings from Creative Writing class last year. It's definitely on the lighter side, and when I read it again for the first time, it made me LOL a little bit, so here it is: 

Prince Charming

by Dakota Vaughn

Once upon a time

In this very fricken land,

There was a supposed Prince Charming

Who wanted to hold my hand

And me being willing and eager

To welcome the thought of true love

Allowed him to woo me and win me

And hoped that he’d rise above

But, my dear friends, let me tell you

This boy was the villian instead

He acted all princely but really

He was a jerk and he had a big head

So, because I don’t tolerate idiots,

I gave him a piece of my mind

And by “mind”, I really mean “sickle”

And he’s gone now, and everything’s fine.

-VaughnDL