Silly Poetry Friday 12

Is it that silly time again already? Where does the week go?

So which silly artist should I mention today, folks? How 'bout Maurice Sendak? Yes, I know, I know, he certainly wasn't always silly – in fact, a lot of his work touches on quite serious themes. But you gotta agree with me that his Chicken Soup With Rice from the Nutshell Library is pretty darn silly! And speaking of silly, I read  yesterday that Dave Eggers of Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius fame has written an adult version of Where The Wild Things Are. Hmmmm. Actually, that's not silly, that's just...stupid.

Anyway, back to what really matters. It's now officially November, a month that tends to be a bit...depressing for some folks. The weather starts to get cold, Halloween is over, it's too soon to really start thinking about Christmas, and people are cocooning inside  their homes. Personally, I love this time of year, I guess because I'm a bit of a homebody, and nothing makes me happier than snuggling on the couch with some thick comforters, hot coffee, fat cats, a loving husband and a good book. But for some strange reason, some people don't like the month of November! Well, perhaps this silly poem about the month of November will cheer up all those November-haters:

Comments

[Historia]

My 5 year old asked me this morning (right when I was dropping him off at daycare)
"Mommy, what am I going to be for next Halloween?".

Whoa kid, let's get through Christmas and your birthday before we think about next Halloween.

[Brian Fies]

I'm with you, a big fan of November. Of course it never really gets frigid cold in Northern California, but the leaves do turn red and drop, there's frost on the ground and a bundle of wood standing by on the hearth. Our big precipitation doesn't start until January and February: in many ways, it's the best time of the year.

Thanks for the silly poems.

[Melanie]

I adore this book; I like to give it to little relatives, even if it is about CHICKEN soup. (somehow, 'vegetable soup' doesn't sound so melodious...)

[John Mutford]

When I taught kindergarten we all adored this book. They ended up reciting it at their kindergarten graduation.

[Billy]

I love it! My first attempts at getting published some twenty-five years ago involved children's poetry because I was taken with Shel Silverstein's work. I later wrote many picture books, some of which ended up as short-lived e-books. Simon and Schuster accepted one for hard copy, but senior editors killed the project. I read hundreds of picture books to my son growing up. They are still with me, even though my son is now passing through the weird world of adolescence. The magic is temporarily eclipsed.