Me-Stew Poem by Shel Silverstein

Me-Stew

Rating: 2.8


I have nothing to put in my stew, you see,
Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,
So I'll just climb in the pot to see
If I can make a stew out of me.
I'll put in some pepper and salt and I'll sit
In the bubbling water--I won't scream a bit.
I'll sing while I simmer, I'll smile while I'm stewing,
I'll taste myself often to see how I'm doing.
I'll stir me around with this big wooden spoon
And serve myself up at a quarter to noon.
So bring out your stew bowls,
You gobblers and snackers.
Farewell--and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Im 05 April 2021

A stew

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ASDTYUIO 10 March 2020

My Name Is, ASDYUIO. And I Like Waffles lol

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UR MOM 04 April 2018

CANNIBALISM is for real

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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein

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