Whether with his clever drawings or his wild and crazy poems, Shel Silverstein always knew how to make me laugh – and think.
His new book, Every Thing On It, is as much fun to read as A Light in the Attic or Where the Sidewalk Ends. And, as always, one particular poem found me:
Underneath my outside face There’s a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.
Shel Silverstein died from a heart attack in 1999, but his quirky humor and droll perspective sometimes remind me of old times…
Just two hours workin’ in the candy store, And I don’t like candy anymore.
and good times…
Oh, how I love Italian food.
I eat it all the time.
Not just ’cause how good it tastes
But ’cause how good it rhymes.
Insalata, cremolata, manicotti
Shrimp francese, Bolognese,
Fried zucchini, rollatini,
Fettuccine, green linguine,
Oops – I think I split my jeani.
With over 190 pages of poems and drawings, you are sure to find something.
Related Info: The Shel Silverstein website