Shel Silverstein

By: Trevor Moore

His Life

Born in Chicago, Illinois on September 25, 1930. He started to draw at age twelve. Dropped out of the army in September 1953. he died May 10, 1999 in Key west, Florida


submitted many comics into many magazines

wrote first book in 1963

came up with first collections of poems for where the side walk ends

He won 2 Grammys one for best county song(A boy named sue) and one for best album for children (where the sidewalk ends)

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout

Would not take the garbage out!

She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,

Candy the yams and spice the hams,

And though her daddy would scream and shout,

She simply would not take the garbage out.

And so it piled up to the ceilings:

Coffee grounds, potato peelings,

Brown bananas, rotten peas,

Chunks of sour cottage cheese.

It filled the can, it covered the floor,

It cracked the window and blocked the door

With bacon rinds and chicken bones,

Drippy ends of ice cream cones,

Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,

Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,

Pizza crusts and withered greens,

Soggy beans and tangerines,

Crusts of black burned buttered toast,

Gristly bits of beefy roasts. . .

The garbage rolled on down the hall,

It raised the roof, it broke the wall. . .

Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,

Globs of gooey bubble gum,

Cellophane from green baloney,

Rubbery blubbery macaroni,

Peanut butter, caked and dry,

Curdled milk and crusts of pie,

Moldy melons, dried‐up mustard,

Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,

Cold french fried and rancid meat,

Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.

At last the garbage reached so high

That it finally touched the sky.

And all the neighbors moved away,

And none of her friends would come to play.

And finally Sarah Cynthia Stout said,

"OK, I'll take the garbage out!"

But then, of course, it was too late. . .

The garbage reached across the state,

From New York to the Golden Gate.

And there, in the garbage she did hate,

Poor Sarah met an awful fate,

That I cannot now relate

Because the hour is much too late.

But children, remember Sarah Stout

And always take the garbage out!

Poetic Terms

Hyperbole: It piled up to the ceilings

How I relate

Well sometimes doing chores are annoying but the stuff you have to do will just keep piling up.

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"I cannot go to school today,"

Said little Peggy Ann McKay,

"I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I'm going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I've counted sixteen chicken pox

And there's one more‐‐that's seventeen,

And don't you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut, my eyes are blue‐‐

It might be instamatic flu.

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,

I'm sure that my left leg is broke‐‐

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button's caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,

My 'pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb,

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,

My temperature is one‐o‐eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is‐‐what?

What's that? What's that you say?

You say today is‐‐‐Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

Poetic Terms

It has a certain rhyme scheme: it goes AA BB CC DD and so on

How I relate I get sick a lot with migraines and stuff like that which allows m not to go to school and every time I get those they just seem to feel better by the end of the day.

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Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

His underwear is hanging on the lamp.

His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,

And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.

His workbook is wedged in the window,

His sweater's been thrown on the floor.

His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,

And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.

His books are all jammed in the closet,

His vest has been left in the hall.

A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,

And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

Donald or Robert or Willie or‐‐

Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,

I knew it looked familiar!

Poetic terms

Rhyme: it rhymes every even stanza

How it Relates

well some times i walk into my friends house and it seems that they haven't cleaned there room since the dawn of time.

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Imitation Of Boa Constrictor

Oh, I'm being bothered

By a pesky little sister,

A pesky little sister,

A pesky little sister,

I'm being bothered by a pesky little sister,

And I don't like it‐‐one bit.

Well, what do you know?

She’s playing with my phone.

Oh, gee,

She’s watching my tv.

Oh my,

She’s making me sigh.

Oh, brother,

Where is my mother?

Oh, heck,

I’m going to break her neck.

Oh, pup,

Will she never shut up?!

Poetic Terms

Repetition: Repets Oh several times in the poem


My brother Bothers me when i try to do stuff like shot pucks outside he would try to join in or if I am playing Madden 16 he would make me start a new game so he could play

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The Legend

This man has left many people a legacy to follow with all of his awards that he won and all of the stuff he published. Personal I think his most honorable books was the giving tree that book has been around for about 5 decades and it is still one of the best children's book every written.


I have always liked shel Silverstein. I like his book the giving tree. Most of all I like his poems in where the side walk ends.