Friday, November 28, 2008

A poem

After Thanksgiving dinner at my aunt's house, one of my young cousins brought out a copy of Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends. I waxed nostalgic re-reading some of the goofy poems that I loved as a child. Then I stumbled across this one. I don't remember it from my childhood, but it's my new favorite (I like the illustration--also from the book--almost as much as the poem itself).

My Beard

My beard grows down to my toes,
I never wears no clothes,
I wraps my hair
Around my bare,
And down the road I goes.


Angie Ledbetter said...

Cute little limerick!

Small Footprints said...

I'm with you ... the illustration is great. Don't you just love his little feet!

Thanks for sharing!

Small Footprints