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