I’m going for a ride on the flying festoon
I’ll jump on his back and I’ll whistle a tune
Ane we’ll fly to the outermost tip of the moon,
The flying festoon and I
I’m taking an apple, two pears and a prune
And we’re leaving at midnight precisely at noon
For I’m going for a ride on the flying festoon
Just as soon as he learns how to fly.
Aaaah, Silverstein. Any other fans on here?
I was repeating one from his kids book just day before yesterday.
There’s too many kids in the tub!
There’s too many kids in the tub!
I just washed a behind
that I’m sure wasn’t mine
There’s too many kids in the tub!
http://shelsilverstein.tripod.com/Crime/Enemy.html
“My Enemy” by Shel Silverstein
My Enemy
A man had an enemy
Whom he loathed, hated, and despised beyond words
And so he plotted and planned his revenge
Every morning he would wake and make lists
And every afternoon he would add to them
And every evening he would sit with his shoes off
And have a cup of tea
While he honed and polished them
(see above link for complete poem)
[Edited by Eutychus55 on 07-30-2000 at 07:34 PM]
I posted the entire poem instead of an excerpt.
The link and a few leading lines are sufficient.
Thanks.
Sorry for the extra editing,
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