Happy Poetry Month! III
Because I am currently attempting to write a poem about turles in a moon sea of dust, I thought I'd share this:
Shel Silverstein
Eight Balloons
Eight balloons no one was buyin
All broke loose one afternoon.
Eight balloons with strings a-flyin,
Free to do what they wanted to.
One flew up to touch the sun- POP!
One thought highways might be fun- POP!
One took a nap in a cactus pile- POP!
One stayed to play with a careless child- POP!
One tried to taste some frying bacon- POP!
One fell in love with a porcupine- POP!
One looked close in a crocodiles mouth- POP!
One sat around til his air ran out- WHOOSH!
Eight balloons no one was buyin
They broke loose and away they flew,
Free to float and free to fly
And free to pop where they wanted to.
Shel Silverstein
Eight Balloons
Eight balloons no one was buyin
All broke loose one afternoon.
Eight balloons with strings a-flyin,
Free to do what they wanted to.
One flew up to touch the sun- POP!
One thought highways might be fun- POP!
One took a nap in a cactus pile- POP!
One stayed to play with a careless child- POP!
One tried to taste some frying bacon- POP!
One fell in love with a porcupine- POP!
One looked close in a crocodiles mouth- POP!
One sat around til his air ran out- WHOOSH!
Eight balloons no one was buyin
They broke loose and away they flew,
Free to float and free to fly
And free to pop where they wanted to.