Has this ever happened to you? There you are,taking a stroll down a new lane casually, when something colorful catches your eyes all of a sudden. You go exploring, wanting to know more, step inside an inviting doorway and voila! You are inside a treasure house with rows and rows of interesting and quirky stuff and you just do not feel like coming out.
Something similar happened to me. There I was, aimlessly wandering around the virtual world (something that I seldom do) and suddenly this poem catches my eye:
“I cannot go to school today”
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 the 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 toes are 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’s 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!”
I get curious. Who is this guy? And lo and behold a treasure chest opens…..Shel Sileverstein.
Read out a couple of poems to my daughter and made my son read a few. The mirth in their eyes was proof enough 🙂
Do take a look (if you are an ignoramus like me), young in age and at heart, you will not be disappointed, I assure you…
Meanwhile, here is another one..
“I asked the Zebra,
are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me,
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on and on and on and on and on he went.
I’ll never ask a zebra about stripes…again.”