4.27.2011

Shel Silverstein tells it like it is...



I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.


Can I go on vacation now?


1 comments:

Chelsea Talks Smack said...

I adore this poem.

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