Thursday, July 27, 2006

Poetry Thursday

Because I don't have time for a review this week, again, and because I don't write poems about food, at least not yet, and that's the prompt for this week's Poetry Thursday, and because I'm feeling silly, I give you this poem. Enjoy.


by Shel Silverstein

I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.

His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.

His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.

He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.

And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.

His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
"My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!"

The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!

The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.

With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil—
For twenty years of tears and toil—
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.

Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.

Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy—
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich.

A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak—
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak—
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, "How about a peanut-butter sandwich?"


Blogger Flood said...

Between the poprocks, Hubba Bubba and Shel, I am reliving my childhood. W00t!

7/27/2006 1:23 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

I loved Shel Silverstein when I was little. Did you know if you drink Pepsi and eat Poprocks at the same time your head'll explode? Better be careful.

7/27/2006 1:36 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

Yikes. I have to try it to see if you're right. BRB.

7/27/2006 3:19 PM  
Blogger Cynthia E. Bagley said...

I loved Shel too. :-)

7/27/2006 4:41 PM  
Blogger Chad Simpson said...

My favorite Shel S. poem is the one about picking your nose; maybe you can use that one for next week's Poetry Thursday.

And as for the PopRocks and Coke thing, you have to do it three times while looking in a mirror, like "Bloody Mary," for it to make your head pop off.

We could ask Mikey about it, but we all know what happened to him.

7/27/2006 7:16 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Crap, has anyone seen Flood? Has her head exploded?

Chad, did you ever do that Bloody Mary thing? I was always too afraid to try. Mikey was my brother by the way. That's very insensitive of you.

7/27/2006 8:10 PM  
Blogger Chad Simpson said...

Flood, I believe, is long gone.

I almost tried the Bloody Mary thing a few times but always chickened out by the end.

And I'm sorry about your brother. God rest his Life-cereal-ass in peace.

7/27/2006 8:38 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

You know every year we go and sprinkle some cereal across his grave? It's very touching. It really makes me feel closer to him. That and the royalties.

7/27/2006 8:39 PM  
Blogger Chad Simpson said...

I replied to this, but I don't think it took.

So: damn, that made me laugh out-loud.

And I'm touched by your "I tip my 40 to your memory" ceremony. Very fitting. I hope the royalties from those "Best Commercial Ever" shows keep you flush in fast food and whatnot.

7/27/2006 8:45 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Oh, you know it. I don't even wait for them to ask me if I want to Super Size my fries. Money is no object.

Hey Chad, when we go to hell will you hang out with me? I think that'd be cool.

7/27/2006 8:47 PM  
Blogger Chad Simpson said...

Oh, we'll totally hang out in hell.

Which circle, though, because some of them get downright nasty, and I don't want any part of them.

7/27/2006 9:08 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

I don't know. Maybe we could start our own circle for people who take pleasure in belittling the Mikeys of the world. What do you think?

7/27/2006 9:15 PM  
Blogger Flood said...


Poprocks and soda is no match for my steel stomach, which has been tended to by years of drinking bourbon.

I did meet up with the Candyman late this afternoon, but I don't wanna talk about that. Also, one of my kidneys has been stolen and I am supposed to call 9-1-1, but I can't find my cell.

7/27/2006 9:16 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Oh my God, I totally forgot about the Candyman. Someone stole your kidney and you lost your cellphone, eh? That's weird, cause I've been getting these phone calls all night telling me to check the children. I don't even have any kids, what's up with that?

7/27/2006 9:19 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

Well I have another kidney, so it's okay.

I should probably let my beehive hair-do down, though, 'cause my scalp sure is itchy. Feel like something's crawling around in there.

7/27/2006 9:34 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Looks like we lost Chad. Maybe Bloody Mary finally got him. What do you think you've got crawling around in there?

7/27/2006 9:38 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

I think it's a spider's nest. I likely got it when Mr and I were parking on lover's lane one time and the radio mentioned a serial killer was loose. Terrified, I got out of the car and came face to face with a very scary man with a hook for a hand.

Falling twice as I got back into the car, a spider must have found a home in my beehive hair-do. Finally making it to the car, Mr sped off like lightening.

When we got home, I noticed the hook was attached to my car door handle.

Another hot date ruined.

7/27/2006 9:48 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

At least you didn't pass anyone driving with their headlights off. Those nasty gangs driving along, just waiting for someone to flash their headlights so they can chase them down and murder them. Kids these days.

7/27/2006 9:53 PM  
Blogger Chad Simpson said...

Didn't I leave a comment earlier? Where did it go?

And that headlight thing is just an urban legend. What they're really waiting for you to do is wave an American flag out of the driver's side door. That's when they come after you. Because they're Canadian, or something.

7/27/2006 9:56 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Oh, you're back. I thought maybe the boogeyman had gotten you. I thought Canadians were a peace-loving people, no?

7/27/2006 9:58 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

Are you calling me a hippy?

7/27/2006 10:00 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not get crazy here. I just meant you know, Canadians don't seem to be as uh, war-happy as Americans. Texans, in particular. Are you a hippie? Cause hippies don't generally have beehive hairdos.

7/27/2006 10:01 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

Well I was catching up on Ubran Legands just now and check it:

"Michael Jackson's phone number was contained in the Universal Product Code (UPC) number used on the Thriller album cover."

Dang, dang, dang.

7/27/2006 10:02 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

What?!? And no one told me? Oh wait, I was like four when that came out. And a girl, so he probably wouldn't have wanted to talk to me anyway.

7/27/2006 10:03 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

This was when he was cute and dating Brooke Shields and Madonna. Which I'm sure wasn't a publicity stunt.

7/27/2006 10:05 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

He dated Madonna? I'm going to have to reevaluate my views on her completely now. That SEX book was one thing but Michael Jackson? That's just weird.

7/27/2006 10:05 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

I looked up Madonna legends, but all Google will say is that Madonna is a legend.

7/27/2006 10:15 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

I think Madonna's a robot. Or maybe that's Wayne Newton, I always get them confused.

7/27/2006 10:16 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

Google gets Lebanese and Lesbians confused when I am trying to find out more about the war.

7/27/2006 10:18 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

So does George Bush. That's why we just bomb everybody and ask questions later.

7/27/2006 10:20 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

Bush is bombing lesbians?

Does the ACLU know?

7/27/2006 10:22 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

I'm not even sure he knows really.

7/27/2006 10:22 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

Is it inappropriate to make Lesbians Against Bush jokes?

7/27/2006 10:29 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Ha! No, not at all.

7/27/2006 10:30 PM  
Blogger Chad Simpson said...

I would totally be a lesbian if there were a "Lesbians against Bush" society.


7/27/2006 10:33 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

I'm glad to know you take your politics so seriously. That's dedication.

7/27/2006 10:34 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

Wow, what if they cut their tongues out in solidarity?

7/27/2006 10:37 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Alright, now we're just getting crazy people.

7/27/2006 10:38 PM  
Blogger Chad Simpson said...

You do realize, a Shel Siverstein poem started all this.

7/27/2006 10:45 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

I know. Frickin' hippies.

7/27/2006 10:45 PM  
Blogger Flood said...

I have to go. My hair is pulsating.

7/27/2006 10:55 PM  
Blogger Chad Simpson said...


7/27/2006 10:55 PM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Sweet. They must be hatching.

I know, what is it with these hippies anyway. They're almost as bad as the poets. ;)

7/27/2006 10:56 PM  
Blogger Scott said...

Whoa! I thought you were getting spammed when I saw how many comments were on this post. I'm staying out of the politics.

7/28/2006 7:43 AM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Nah, we were just being stupid.

7/28/2006 9:15 AM  
Blogger Flood said...

Speak for yourself, sister.

I was in earnest. Or drunk. Can't remember which.

7/28/2006 9:33 AM  
Blogger Writing Blind said...

Flood, did you get the spiders out of your hair yet?

7/28/2006 9:27 PM  

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