Everything On It

I was a little disappointed in this new Silverstein book. Twins A and B enjoyed reading it in the back of the car between travelling to and from violin lessons, but they didn't read and become enamoured with Shel's first poetry collections years ago in another century. I have the disadvantage of comparing any posthumous works with an eye prejudiced by nostalgia.

One poem from the collection seemed appropriate:

WRITESINGTELLDRAW

I've told you a hundred tall stories,

I've sung you a million ridiculous rhymes

(Though sometimes the grammar was wrong).

I've drawn you a zillion pictures,

So being fair as can be,

After all that I've writtensungtolddrawn for you,

Won't you writesingtelldraw one for me?