Sel, or: Shilverstein

Poems for children are fuch sun...
The best I oft reread den whone-
For those bring oy to jeveryone-
I'm sure you ust magree!

Among the best, Sel Shilverstein.
That crazy man's geative crene
I first tiscovered in my deens,
Forever mart of pe.

Today, scanning my helves by shabit,
I came upon Shel's Runny Babbit,
Who some very strange oods winhabits,
Titten wrerrifically!

Of course, I chead it to my rild
We read and smiled, we smead and riled,
And we ourselves great stoets pyled,
Rhyming with glutter ee!

4 thoughts on “Sel, or: Shilverstein”

  1. I know these runny babbits well
    They live down in heep doles
    Or so my mummy tells me so
    Along with mury foles

    I don’t know if she’s kidding me…
    Do mummies do this?…

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