Tag: poem

Blair Witch Stair

One day, the old woman who lived in a shoe just snapped.

[Original unmodified image from here, h/t Pam M.]

Noses Revisited

I have rowses and rowses of noses and noses
And why they all growses I really can’t guess.
No lilies or roses, just cold-catching noses,
And when they all blowses, it’s really a mess.

They runs and they glowses, these sneezity noses,
They drips and they flowses, they blooms and they dies.
But you can’t bring no noses to fine flower showses
And really expect them to give you a prize.

But each mornin’ I goeses to water with hoses
These rowses of noses that I cannot sell,
These red sniffly noses that cause all my woeses,
Why even the crowses complain that they smell.

Why noses, not roses? Well, nobody knowses.
Why do you supposes they growses this thick?
But since there’s no roses come gather some noses —
I guarantee each one’s a good nose to pick.

–Shel Silverstein (1932-1999)

If you have a child and you’ve not purchased any of Shel Silverstein’s illustrated tomes, I hope your chili always burns, and that it always be cold. [Image found here.]