Jimmy Jet and His TV Set

I’ll tell you the story of Jimmy Jet—

And you know what I tell you is true.

He loved to watch his TV set

Almost as much as you.

 

He watched all day, he watched all night

Till he grew pale and lean,

From “The Early Show” to “The Late Late Show”

And all the shows between.

 

He watched till his eyes were frozen wide,

And his bottom grew into his chair.

And his chin turned into a tuning dial,

And antennae grew from his hair.

 

And his brains turned into TV tubes,

And his face to a TV screen.

And two knobs saying “VERT.” and “HORIZ.”

Grew where his ears had been.

 

And he grew a plug that looked like a tail

So we plugged in little Jim.

And now instead of him watching TV

We all sit around and watch him.

~Shel Silverstein

Joey

Joey Joey took a stone

And knocked

Down

The

Sun!

And whoosh! it swizzled

Down so hard,

And bloomp! it bounced

In his backyard,

And glunk! it landed

On his toe!

And the world was dark,

And the corn wouldn’t grow,

And the wind wouldn’t blow,

And the cock wouldn’t crow,

And it always was night,

Night,

Night.

 

All because

Of a stone

And Joe.

~Shel Silverstein

The Loser

Mama said I’d lose my head

If it wasn’t fastened on.

Today I guess it wasn’t

‘Cause while playing with my cousin

It fell off and rolled away

And now it’s gone.

 

And I can’t look for it

‘Cause my eyes are in it,

And  I can’t call to it

‘Cause my mouth is on it

(Couldn’t hear me anyway

‘Cause my ears are on it),

Can’t even think about it

‘Cause my brain is in it.

So I guess I’ll sit down

On this rock

And rest for just a minute….

~Shel Silverstein

Colors

My skin is kind of sort of brownish

Pinkish yellowish white.

My eyes are greyish blueish green,

But I’m told they look orange in the night.

My hair is reddish blondish brown,

But it’s silver when it’s wet.

And all the colors I am inside

Have not been invented yet.

~Shel Silverstein

Flag

One star is for Alaska . . .

One star is for Nebraska . . .

One star is for North Dakota . . .

One star is for Minnesota . . .

There are lots of other stars,

But I forgot which ones they are.

~Shel Silverstein

Ourchestra

So you haven’t got a drum, just beat your belly.

So I haven’t go a horn–I’ll play my nose.

So we haven’t any cymbals–

We’ll just slap our hands together,

And though there may be orchestras

That sound a little better

With their fancy shiny instruments

That cost an awful lot–

Hey, we’re making music twice as good

By playing what we’ve got!

~Shel Silverstein

It’s Dark In Here

I am writing these poems

From inside a lion,

And it’s rather dark in here.

So please excuse the handwriting

Which may not be too clear.

But this afternoon by the lion’s cage

I’m afraid I got too near.

And I’m writing these lines

From inside a lion,

And it’s rather dark in here.

~Shel Silverstein

Hug O’ War

I will not play tug o’ war.

I’d rather play hug o’ war,

Where everyone hugs

Instead of tugs,

Where everyone giggles

And rolls on the rug,

Where everyone kisses,

And everyone grins,

And everyone cuddles,

And everyone wins.

~Shel Silverstein