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She drank from a bottle called DRINK ME

And up she grew so tall,

She ate from a plate called TASTE ME

And down she shrank so small. 

And so she changed, while other folks

Where the Sidewalk Ends is one of my favorite childhood poetry books, and I finally splurged to buy the Shel Silverstein book last weekend. Going through the poems now, though, I find little messages far more meaningful than the silly rhymes that I read 20 years ago. And so in honor of National Poetry Month, I figured I would make the half-effort to do a half-month of Shel poems, posting a poem per day, although that poem will be most relevant to my preoccupations of that day. Vale? 

INVENTION:

I’ve done it, I’ve done it!

Guess what I’ve done!

Invented a light that plugs into the sun.

The sun is brigh enough,

The bulb is strong enough,

But, oh, there’s only one thing wrong...

The cord ain’t long enough.