“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.
“I cannot go to school today,"Featured Shared Story
My 13-year-old daughter tried to pull it off. She said that her leg was broken, but then I told her we were going to have to take her to the doctor that way they could cut off her leg. She...
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.Featured Shared Story
I love the humor, innocence and whimsy of this poem. But there's more here than meets the eye. If you look a bit deeper, you can see how we sometimes don't properly interpret our experiences,...
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt.Featured Shared Story
So cute!! Like the spaghetti, chocolate, ice-cream. It's the kids that get the dirtiest, that have the most fun. It's a lifetime of adventure and silliness that they will remember forever....
I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,Featured Shared Story
Thanks for the simple but profound poem. I am a bus driver and I strive to be the open heart and guide for my children who ride with me. It is not always easy to hear what they have to say or...
He rode through the woods on a big blue ox,
He had fists as hard as choppin' blocks,
Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall...that's Paul.
Featured Shared Story
This poem is easily identifiable as a classic, and it contains facts and emotions we all share throughout life at some time or other. Great reading and a great share. Well worth real...
Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,Featured Shared Story
Johnny Cash was the right person to sing these lyrics. He made an interesting song from an awesome poem. Very entertaining. Love it!
Jac. Judy A. Campbell
Said the little boy, sometimes I drop my spoon.
Said the little old man, I do that too.
The little boy whispered, I wet my pants.
I do too, laughed the old man.Featured Shared Story
I can relate to the poem "The Little Boy and The Old Man" by Shel Silverstein. You feel invisible, not as valuable. No longer as pretty, not of much use. Your income has dwindled, you're no...
Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,Featured Shared Story
The expectations others place on us are a structure. They can be confining like a prison or uplifting like a scaffold - sometimes both. You can rebel against 'em, using them as a springboard...
12 Most Popular Poems by Shel Silverstein
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