Alphabet Poetry, vol. A

[cats]

Ground is too dusty,

Sheets are too clean.

Stars are too twinkly,

Moon is too high,

and it’s rather dark in here.

so please excuse the handwriting

[writing] tra lala lala

he smiled.

Floors are flowers—take a few.

Ferns grow here and daisies too.

In all the time I’ve had it.

It was absolutely filthy I supposed,

And so today I peeled it off

Eighteen luscious, scrumptious flavors

Chocolate, lime and cherry,

And there the grass grows soft and white

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

And I ain’t too smart, but there’s one thing

Either Ma’s wrong or else God is.

[town] / This Yipiyuk that would

[town] / And now my child at

 / But it’s silver when it

LETS ME WRITE THINGS / And all the colors I and

/ Have not been invented

You should have heard / It’s amazing the difference

You should have heard / A bit of sky can make

[grass] let go / A piece of sky

[grass] last you / Broke off and fell

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, [fence]

Once I understood each word the caterpillar [fence]

Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the [fence]

[stone path] And down she shrank so small

[stone path] And so she changed, while others

[stone path] Never tried nothin’ at all.

When the daylight grows dim I, Yellow or white,

Way down in the marshy sands, We all look the same

When we turn off the light

Then listen close to me— / Of the terrible night

Anything can happen / When I bravely fought

ANYTHING can be

to find the pot of gold / lots of other stars,

waiting where the rain / which ones they are

For if that music found / and all the ice in Nome.

I’d be witch-cast like / Brazil and then to make them

I’d eat the universe.

[giraffe spots]

PLEASE

DO NOT

MAKE F

UN OF

ME AN

D PLEAS

E DON’T

LAUGH

IT ISN’T

EASY T

O WRIT

E A PO

EM ON

THE NE

CK OF

A RUN

NING

GIRA

FFE.

[giraffe spots]

OOPS!

Down

Upside

Out

Come

All

Poems

My

Found

I

Can’t

But

Try

Do

I

Around

All

Them

Turn

Not

Can

I

Down

Upside

Out

Come

All

Poems

My

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Taken and pieced together from Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends.

Originally created January 6, 2018.