POETRY FRIDAY Getting a glump in your throat

I'm beginning to feel a personal connection to Don't Bump the Glump!: And Other Fantasies, and not just because I attended the fancy launch party last week.

A quick rewind: it's Shel Silverstein's first poetry collection and the only one with color illustrations, which HarperCollins is reissuing. It's a classic, full of jottings and doodles of a mad menagerie of made-up monsters, and doesn't need a review from me. Just thought you'd like a little sample, is all.

But about that personal connection. I'm on a diet. I empathize with some of these hungry monsters. Though I'd rather have a few cookies or a slice of pizza than a little kid, thanks. Too bony for me. (though I do tell my kids they're scrumptious ...)

The Bibely

The Bibely's habits are rather crude
He shuns all ordinary food
And rather enjoys
Girls and boys.
So when you sense him drawing near
Pour some ketchup in your ear
And pretend you're a roast
Or a poached egg on toast
Or a small piece of blueberry pie--
And maybe he'll walk right by.

Comments

[Kelly]

Why are you on a diet, lady? You look great!

Interesting poem. What do you think about the monster's name choice?

[Bkbuds]

Hmmm ... hadn't really thought about it. I'm not even sure how to pronounce it. Long first i, I assume?

Oh, gosh. Clue me in, Professor!

As for the diet ... I need to fit into my summer clothes. That means 10 lbs. gotta go, at least.