Loser
Mama said I'd lose my head / If it wasn't fastened on.
Tell Me
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Tell me I'm clever,
Tell me I'm kind,
Tell me I'm talented,
Tell me I'm cute,
Tell me I'm sensitive,
Graceful and wise,
Tell me I'm perfect-
But tell me the truth.
More poems by Shel Silverstein
The Sitter
Mrs. McTwitter was the baby-sitter / I think she's a little bit crazy.
Bear In There
There's a Polar Bear / In our Frigidaire--
The Oak and the Rose
An oak tree and a rosebush grew, / Young and green together,