Favorite Shel Silverstein Poems?


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  • 1 decade ago
    Favorite Answer

    Peanut-Butter Sandwich

    I’ll sing you a story of a silly young king

    Who played with the world at the end of a string,

    But he only loved one single thing --

    And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

    His scepter and his royal gowns,

    His regal throne and golden crowns

    Were brown and sticky from the mounds

    And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

    His subjects all were silly fools

    For he had passed a royal rule

    That all that they could learn in school

    Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

    He would not eat his sovereign steak,

    He scorned his soup and kingly cake,

    And told his courtly cook to bake

    An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.

    And then one day he took a bite

    And started chewing with delight,

    But found his mouth was stuck quite tight

    From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.

    His brother pulled, his sister pried,

    The wizard pushed, his mother cried,

    “My boy’s committed suicide

    From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!”

    The dentist came, and the royal doc.

    The royal plumber banged and knocked,

    But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.

    Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!

    The carpenter, he tried with pliers,

    The telephone man tried with wires,

    The firemen, they tried with fire,

    But couldn’t melt that peanut-butter sandwich.

    With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,

    With steam and lubricating oil --

    For twenty years of tears and toil --

    They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.

    Then all his royal subjects came.

    They hooked his jaws with grapplin’ chains

    And pulled both ways with might and main

    Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.

    Each man and woman, girl and boy

    Put down their ploughs and pots and toys

    And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy --

    They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.

    A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak --

    The king’s jaw opened with a creak.

    And then in voice so faint and weak --

    The first words that they heard him speak

    Were, “How about a peanut-butter sandwich?”

    I first read that one in "Where the Sidewalk Ends". I don't know if it's my favorite of all, but it's definitely a very good (and funny) one.

    P.S. Feel free to rate the poem I have up (you can find it in my questions).

  • rdappa
    Lv 4
    1 decade ago

    Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out- I mean, haven't we all been this kind of kid at some point growing up?

    Source(s): Where the Sidewalk Ends
  • 1 decade ago

    Um, all of them? Let's see...

    There's Too Many Kids in the Tub

    The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt


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