SARAH CYNTHIA SILVIA STOUT WOULD NOT TAKETHE GARBAGE OUT By- Shel Silverstein

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,

Would not take the garbage out!

Globs of gooey bubble gum,

She’ d scour the pots and scrape the pans,

Cellophane from green baloney,

Candy the yams and spice the hams,

Peanut butter, caked and dry,

And though her daddy would scream and shout,

Curdled milk and crusts of pie,

She simply would not take the garbage out.

Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,

And so it piled up to the ceilings:

Cold french fries and rancid meat,

Coffee grounds, potato peelings,

Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.

Brown bananas, rotten peas,

At last the garbage reached so high

Chunks of sour cottage cheese.

That finally it touched the sky.

It filled the can, it covered the floor,

And all the neighbors moved away,

It cracked the window and blocked the door

And none of her friends would come to play.

With bacon rinds and chicken bones,

And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,

Drippy ends of ice cream cones,

“ OK, I’ ll take the garbage out!”

Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,

But then, of course, it was too late…

Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,

The garbage reached across the state,

Pizza crusts and withered greens,

From New York to the Golden Gate.

Soggy beans and tangerines,

And there, in the garbage she did hate,

Crusts of black burned buttered toast,

Poor Sarah met an awful fate,

Gristly bits of beef roasts…

That I cannot right now relate

The garbage rolled on down the hall,

Because the hour is much too late.

It raised the roof, it broke the wall…

But children, remember Sarah Stout

Rubbery blubbery macaroni,

Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,

And always take the garbage out!

My Brother is a Doodler By– Jack Prelutsky

My brother is a doodler, He simply loves to scrawl, He doodles, doodles, doodles With his crayons on the wall. He doodles on the windows, And he doodles on the door, Then doodles, doodles, doodles On the ceiling and the floor.

All day he doodles, doodles, He doodles everywhere, If there’s no place to doodle, He doodles in the air. He doodles, doodles, doodles On my pillow and my sheet, And sometimes even doodles On the bottom of my feet.

My Elephant is Different By– Jack Prelutsky My elephant is different Than most elephants I meet, Its ears are short and fuzzy, It has feathers on its feet. It’s scaly like a lizard, And it’s furry like a skunk, It sports a sort of auger Where there ought to be a trunk. It doesn’t much resemble Other elephants I find, Its tail is like a mushroom On its tiny blue behind. It cackles like a chicken, And it’s fourteen inches tallAt times I think my elephant’s No elephant at all.

My Elephant is Different By– Jack Prelutsky My elephant is different Than most elephants I meet, Its ears are short and fuzzy, It has feathers on its feet. It’s scaly like a lizard, And it’s furry like a skunk, It sports a sort of auger Where there ought to be a trunk. It doesn’t much resemble Other elephants I find, Its tail is like a mushroom On its tiny blue behind. It cackles like a chicken, And it’s fourteen inches tallAt times I think my elephant’s No elephant at all.

The Monster By– Jeff Moss There was a time when I was small That every night in bed A monster used to come And want to bite me in the head. But I could trick him every time As easy as could be, I’d just crawl in and put my head Down where my feet should be. That so confused the monster As he lifted up the sheet, He would go home sad and hungry ‘Cause he hated eating feet. Yes, every night he found my toes

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Dragon Smoke By– Lilian Moore

Breathe and blow White clouds With every puff. It’s cold today, Cold enough to see your breath. Huff! Breathe dragon smoke Today!

A Triangular Tale By– Jack Prelutsky

I Do Not Know At all how

I got stuck Inside this piece

Of pie and I’m Unsure how to Begin to get out Of the fix I’m in. This Triangle is simply not

An entertaining sort Of spot so I can say without A doubt I’d like to leave and WOW…

I’m out!

Sick By– Shel Silverstein

“I cannot go to school today,”

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

My belly button’s caving in,

“I have the measles and the mumps,

My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

My nose is cold, my toes are numb,

I’m going blind in my right eye.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My tonsils are as big as rocks, I’ve counted

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

sixteen chicken pox

I hardly whisper when I speak.

And there’s one more-that’s seventeen,

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

And don’t you think my face looks green?

I think my hair is falling out.

My leg is cut, my eyes are blue-

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

It might be instamatic flu.

There is a hole inside my ear.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I have a hangnail, and my heart is –what?

I’m sure that my left leg is broke-

What’s that? What’s that you say? You say today is...Saturday? “G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

Rain Poem By– Elizabeth Coatsworth

The rain was like a little mouse, Quiet, small and gray. It pattered all around the house And then it went away. It did not come, I understand, Indoors at all, until It found an open window And left tracks across the sill.

Crumbs in Bed! By– Jeff Moss

Crumbs in bed! Crumbs in bed! Whenever I’m sick, I get Crumbs in bed! Dad’s so nice When he brings me toast But when I’m done What I hate most Is Crumbs in bed! Crumbs in bed! Feels so yucchy with Crumbs in bed! They sneak in your pj’s And itch your head! Next time I’ll have Soup instead ‘Cause boy do I hate Crumbs in bed!

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 nibbling’ 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 upmmmmmmmmmmmffffff…..