Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too by Shel Silverstein

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too
from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)







Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Went for a ride in a flying shoe.
"Hooray!"
"What fun!"
"It's time we flew!"
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.





Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.






Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Over the sun and beyond the blue.
"Hold on!"
"Stay in!"
"I hope we do!"
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.







Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody
Knows what's
Happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.








Shel Silverstein in Poems













Love shoes... they always fit on you...

Shel Silverstein in Recipe for a Hippopotamus Sandwich

A hippo sandwich is easy to make.
All you do is simply take
One slice of bread,
One slice of cake,
Some mayonnaise,
One onion ring,
One hippopotamus,
One piece of string,
A dash of pepper--
That ought to do it.
And now comes the problem...
Biting into it!


Shel Silverstein in Poems - Hippo Poems
























Hippo's Hope








There once was a hippo who wanted to fly --
Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-ho.
So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky --
Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go.




He climbed to the top of a mountain of snow --
Snow-hi-dee, slow-hi-dee, oh-hi-dee-hoo.
With the clouds high above and the sea down below --
Where-hi-dee, there-hi-dee, scare-hi-dee-boo.



(Happy ending)
And he flipped and he flapped and he bellowed so loud --
Now-hi-dee, loud-hi-dee, proud-hi-dee-poop.
And he sailed like an eagle, off into the clouds --
High-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, bye-hi-dee-boop.




(Unhappy ending)
And he leaped like a frog and he fell like a stone --
Stone-hi-dee, lone-hi-dee, own-hi-dee-flop.
And he crashed and he drowned and broke all his bones --
Bones-hi-dee, moans-hi-dee, groans-hi-dee-glop.




(Chicken ending)
He looked up at the sky and looked down at the sea --
Sea-hi-dee, free-hi-dee, whee-hi-dee-way.
And he turned and went home and had cookies and tea --
That's hi-dee, all hi-dee, I have to say.



Shel Silverstein - Poems - Hippo Poems































It's easy to love chicken endings...









Biting the love word...

Tryin' On Clothes - Shel Silverstein

I tried on the farmer's hat,
Didn't fit...
A little too small -- just a bit
Too floppy.
Couldn't get used to it,
Took it off.




I tried on the dancer's shoes,
A little too loose.
Not the kind you could use
for walkin'.
Didn't feel right in 'em,
Kicked 'em off.





I tried on the summer sun,
Felt good.
Nice and warm -- knew it would.
Tried the grass beneath bare feet,
Felt neat.
Finally, finally felt well dressed,
Nature's clothes fit me best.


Shel Silverstein in Falling Up

Whatif by Shel Silverstein

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!


Shel Silverstein in Famous Poets and Poems.com








...E até quem me vê esperando na fila, percebe que eu estou amando você...





Esconde-se à frente de todos para não o poderem ver... Amor, é sempre o melhor disfarce para se ver...










Whatif we didn't have to wait?
Whatif we loose the words "to late"?
Whatif the time didn't travel on a skate?
Whatif you're here next to my face?
Whatif the moon gets out of place?
Whatif you knew my door is always open, (just in case)?
Whatif you'd came and take your place?
Whatif my words could kiss you with their say?...
Whatif love were a thing to play?
Whatif we'd never have to say: I love you and forever feel that way?

Bob Marley... um sol para te dar...

Uma das coisas mais belas da vida é olhar para o céu , contemplar uma estrela e imaginar que muito distante existe alguém olhando para o mesmo céu , contemplando a mesma estrela...


Bob Marley
in Pensador

















...porque o Sol nunca se chega a deitar...
O amor tem Sol lá dentro.
Quem é que o pode apagar?...

Bob Marley ... loucuras

Nos chamam de loucos, num mundo em que os certos fazem bombas.



















"Se choras por não ter visto o pôr-do-sol, as lágrimas não te permitirão ver as estrelas."















As piores loucuras são as mais sensatas, o que fiz hoje, deixei de herança para aqueles que pretendem ser como eu: LOUCOS + FELIZES!!!










Bob Marley in Pensador







One Love!
One Heart!
Let's get together and feel all right...

Mark Strand - Giving Myself Up

I give up my eyes which are glass eggs.
I give up my tongue.
I give up my mouth which is the contstant dream of my tongue.
I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice.
I give up my heart which is a burning apple.
I give up my lungs which are trees that have never seen the moon.
I give up my smell which is that of a stone traveling through rain.
I give up my hands which are ten wishes.
I give up my arms which have wanted to leave me anyway.
I give up my legs which are lovers only at night.
I give up my buttocks which are the moons of childhood.
I give up my penis which whispers encouragement to my thighs.
I give up my clothes which are walls that blow in the wind
and I give up the ghost that lives in them.
I give up. I give up.
And you will have none of it because already I am beginning
again without anything.




Mark Strand in Famous Poets and Poems.com












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