Going to bed is always a challenge. If I had some sons we could read stories about cars or sports or monsters. However I have an amazing set of daughters. And so I read them poems about manners, sports and monsters.
After a long set of try outs my daughters have found affection in Shel Silverstein‘s, “Where The Sidewalk Ends” . We read and act out our favorite tales each night before bedtime. Lots of fun! Here are some of our, er……, I mean THEIR favorites:
In the undergrowth
There dwells a Bloath
Who feeds upon poets and tea
Luckily we know this about him
While he knows almost nothing about me!
My dad gave me one dollar bill
‘Cause I’m his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters
‘Cause two is more than one!
And then I took the quarters
And traded them to Lou
For three dimes — I guess he don’t know
That three is more than two!
Just then, along came old blind Bates
And just ’cause he can’t see
He gave me four nickels for my three dimes,
And four is more than three!
Down at the seed-feed store,
And the fool gave me five pennies for them,
And five is more than four!
And then I went and showed my dad,
And he got red in the cheeks
And closed his eyes and shook his head–
Too proud of me to speak!
– Shel Silverstein
“Walk the plank,” says Pirate Jim.
“But Captain Jim, I cannot swim.”
“Then you must steer us through the gale.”
“But Captain Jim, I cannot sail.”
“Then down with the galley slaves you go.”
“But Captain Jim, I cannot row.”
“Then you must be a pirate’s clerk”
“But Captain Jim, I cannot work.”
“Then a pirate captain you must be.”
“Thank you, Jim,” says Captain Me.
You can find these and many more
great night time stories in Shel Silverstein’s
“Where the Sidewalk Ends”.
Or check out his fun interactive web site,