Snowball By Shel
Silverstein
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first it wet the bed.
The Turkey Shot Out Of The Oven
By Jack Prelutsky
The turkey shot out of the oven
And rocketed into the air,
It knocked every plate off the table
And partly demolished a chair.
It ricocheted into a corner
and burst with a deafening boom,
then splattered all over the kitchen,
completely obscuring the room.
It stuck to the wall and the windows,
It totally coated the floor,
There was turkey attached to the ceiling
Where there’d never been turkey before.
It blanketed every appliance,
It smeared every saucer and bowl,
there wasn’t a way I could stop it,
that turkey was out of control.
I scraped and I scrubbed with displeasure,
and thought with chagrin as I mopped,
that I’d never again stuff a turkey
with popcorn that hadn’t been popped.
Christmas Dog
By Shel Silverstein
Tonight’s my first night as a watchdog,
And here it is Christmas Eve.
The children are sleepin’ all cozy upstairs,
While I’m guardin’ the stockin’s and tree.
What’s that now—footsteps on the rooftop?
Could it be a cat or a mouse?
Who’s this down the chimney?
A thief with a beard—
And a big sack for robbin’ the house?
I’m barkin’
I’m growlin’ I’m bittin’ his butt.
He howls
and jumps back in his sleigh.
I scare his
strange horses, they leap in the air.
I’ve
frightened the whole bunch away.
Now the
house is all peaceful and quiet again,
The stockin’s
are safe as can be.
Won’t the
kiddies be glad when they wake up tomorrow
And see how
I’ve guarded the tree.
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