Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
-by shell silverstien
Signing off,
Vishnu
3 comments:
One would barely be writing/talking a poem when being eaten by a boa-constrictor!
he's be more busy trying to tickle it by biting the darned thing!!!
One would barely be writing/talking a poem when being eaten by a boa-constrictor!
he's be more busy trying to tickle it by biting the darned thing!!!
hmm, was the comment repeated for emphasis or was it blogger playing bad? Anyways, extending your logic would lead to the non-existance of most literature (and hollywood in its entirety).
Well, if you really are interested in attributing 'LOGIC' to all literature you come across, you can always attribute allegorical tones to it..
Maybe silverstien din't write a poem about a boa constrictor, its just an allegory to say.. hmmm... well I guess you just have to ask sliverstein that..
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