Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”--Oscar Wilde
Now, I'm uncertain how I got from there to here. One thing always leads to another -then again it's not so bad. After this I remembered that I forgot about a poem I had published with Poetry.com in "A Palette of Life".
Between You and Me
by Bren L Harney
Come laugh with me
Let our spirits run wild and free
Come sing with me
In unison, we bring harmony
Come sit with me
Let's talk
Tell our secrets and
deepest darkest thoughts
It's remarkable to see
What Happiness
Friendship brings
Knowing that happiness
Is a friendship
Between you and me
Copyright © 2009
It was then, that I was brought back to the roots where it all began. My first Inspiration, Boa Constrictor by Shel Sliverstein. I believe that every child or one that remembers theirs knows of Shel and his wonderful work. You should never let go of your childhood or the very thing that makes you "you". Okay, now it's time to reminisce. Sit back, what is your favorite rug on the floor in the classroom while the teacher read "Where the Sidewalk Ends" or did your parent read to you every night, was it you and your best friend as you giggled and played fumbling through the pages.
Remember.......
Boa Constrictor
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 . . .
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 . . .
SICK
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
'I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more-that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is...Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play! '
RUNNY'S HAND-NEW BRAT
Runny got a present-
A lovely hurple pat.
He put it on and pasked his als,
"What do you think of that?"
One said, "Ooh, it's storrible!"
One said, "Yuck--it hinks!"
Now Runny Babbit never asks
What other theople pink.
KUGS AND HISSES
Runny said, "I'm lonesome,
I feel so glad and soomy.
I need some kugs and hisses--
Now, who's gonna give 'em to me?"
"I will," said Polly Dorkupine
"'Cause you're cute as a rug in a bug."
Said Runny, "Well, I'll kake the tiss,
But never hind the mug."
RUNNY HUTS HIS OWN CAIR
Runny gave himself a cairhut
(But he would not admit it).
When his scamma molded him,
He said, "The darber bid it."
So she went to bee the sarber.
The swarber said, "I bear
I did not souch one tingle head
Upon your little hare."
Want more? Visit shelsilverstein.com
Also I found this cool Activity book for kids on his website.
