Shel Silverstein

September 25 1930 -May 10 1999
Chicago Il


Shel Silverstein was a very popular poet, song writer , cartoonist and screen writer. Silverstein attended Roosevelt High school , and three Universities one of which he was expelled from. Later on in Shel's life he served in the military fought in Korea and Japan .Shel had a wife one kid sadly after only 5 short years after the birth of his child his wife died. In May 10 1999 Shel had died at the age of 68 of a heart attack. Silverstein is currently buried in West lawn Cemetery in Illinois.

Shel had started writing poetry at the very young age of 12 old. Most of Shel's development in to the poet was happened during his time serving our country. Shel had achieved great fame after his hit book the Giving Tree was published. He gain so much recognition that critics were starting to compare his work to that of Dr. Suess. Shel said that he never had thought he end up were he was(writing children's books).

by Shel Silverstein                                        
"I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox And there's one more--that's seventeen, And don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What's that? What's that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? G'bye, I'm going out to play!"
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