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One Inch Tall
by Shel Silverstein
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head.
If you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
I love Shel Silverstein, don't you? His poems usually make me laugh. I like how his poems are enjoyed by ALL ages. You picked a great one to share on your blog. Have a great week, Sloane!
ReplyDeleteOh Sloane, I am glad that I am not one inch tall! Everything would be big. Great poem you put on your blog. I love you.
ReplyDeleteThis poem kind of reminds me of Stewart Little. We'll have to read his story together some time soon.
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