This morning I jumped on my horse
And went for a ride,
And some wild outlaws chased me
And shot me in the side.
So I crawled into a wildcats cave
To find a place to hide
But some pirates found me sleeping there
And soon they had me tied
To a pole and built a fire
Under me—I almost cried
Till a mermaid came and cut me loose
And begged to be my bride
So I said I’d come back Wednesday
But I must admit I lied.
Then I ran into a jungle swamp
But I forgot my guide
And I stepped into some quicksand
And no matter how hard I tried
I couldn’t get out, until I met
A watersnake named Clyde
Who pulled me to some cannibals
Who planned to have me fried
But an eagle came and swooped me up
And through the air we flied
But he dropped me in a boiling lake
A thousand miles wide
And you’ll never guess what I did next—
I DIED

Is that not the most truest poem that you has ever reeded? Does its awesomeness not compel you to use terrible grammar? I think that it’s so awesome, I could write a blog post about it. This poem has always been a favorite of mine, probably the first real poem that I enjoyed reading. In fact, probably the only real poem I have ever enjoyed reading. Even for a non-appreciator of poetry, Shel Silverstien’s dry humor can bring a smile to my face. It’s hard to resist the easy flowing rhythm and creative twists that bring a special sort of life to his work. If I had to pick a favorite poet, it would most definitely be Shel Silverstein.