Poems by Shel Silverstein

Adrian Cavazos

About the poet

  • He was born in Chicago, Illinois September 25, 1930
  • He started drawl at an early age
  • His cartoons were published in ‘Pacific Stars and Stripes' magazine

The poetry terms he used

  • Rhyme
  • theme
  • mood

Some of his poems are

  • Boa Constrictor
Oh, I'm being eaten

By a boa constrictor,

A boa constrictor,

A boa constrictor,

I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,

And I don't like it‐‐one bit.

Well, what do you know?

It's nibblin' my toe.

Oh, gee,

It's up to my knee.

Oh my,

It's up to my thigh.

Oh, fiddle,

It's up to my middle.

Oh, heck,

It's up to my neck.

Oh, dread,

It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .

  • SICK
"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!"

  • 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!
  • Imitation of Boa Constrictor
  • Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout


The poem that I am going to say is Boa Constrictor because in boy scouts you go on camp and see some snakes. That is why I chose this poem.


I chose Shel Silverstein because he relates to little kids in his poetry. I sometimes have a messy room or a sick day.


I chose shel Silverstein because I like his poems and the accomplishment. The awards he got inspired me to chose him.


Grammy for best song

Grammy for best album For children

Quill award for children's illustrated book