Poems By Shel Silverstein


      Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda


      By Shel Silverstein

      All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
      Layin' in the sun,
      Talkin' 'bout the things
      They woulda coulda shoulda done...
      But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
      All ran away and hid
      From one little Did.


      Strange Restaurant

      By Shel Silverstein

      I said, "I'll take the T-bone steak."
      A soft voice mooed, "Oh wow."
      And I looked up and realized
      The waitress was a cow.
      I cried, "Mistake--forget the the steak.
      I'll take the chicken then."
      I heard a cluck--'twas just my luck
      The busboy was a hen.
      I said, "Okay no, fowl today.
      I'll have the seafood dish."
      Then I saw through the kitchen door
      The cook--he was a fish.
      I screamed, "Is there anyone workin' here
      Who's an onion or a beet?
      No? Your're sure? Okay then friends,
      A salad's what I'll eat."
      They looked at me. "Oh,no," they said,
      "The owner is a cabbage head."




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