Sunday, October 23, 2011

Explanation of Messy Room by Shel Silverstein

| Sunday, October 23, 2011 |

A great one to get them into is Messy Room by Shel Silverstein, from A Light in the Attic. Harper Collins. Reprinted with permission.

Messy Room

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or—
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!



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This poem seem funny but it also provide 3 important messages:

1. When you live in world with a society with new inventions and technology every days, do you look at the environment around you not like studying the environment but you, your society or the society you live in, do you realize where you’re living and how much space you’re taking? Do we have an equal share with everything around us? Not only to do with earth but also in daily life, somehow we cannot balance every aspect of life and give them the deserved position in my mind. So next time, try to arrange the importance of each thing you encounter

2. When you criticize someone on how they do things or in this case how messy they are, look at yourself and ask if you are perfect? Is your room neat and tidy? Criticize others that are similar to you is just like you criticize a mirror image of yourself. If I were you, I would be the one to be ashamed, not the person you’re criticizing

3. Sometimes people are so messed up in their lives they can't find the surface to breathe again and to start again, turn a new leaf or just haven't thought of it and finally you realize how messed up you are. May be you can seek advice or help sometimes someone can wipe you clean. May be it’ll be your mom…or everyone else, whatever.

Shel Siverstein did not only write this poem to describe a messy room, but may be a messy life. He shows that all these things are wrong with this person room, he didn’t mean anyone. And then he realizes that it’s actually his room, his life. People do that in their life. They look at someone’s life and judge it. They criticize anything they dislike without looking at their own life. They want to correct every mistake they see, but except for their own mistakes. They’re people who want to avoid the hardest fight in their life: the fight with themselves. They don’t want to change to adapt with the current situation. Poor them!



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Shel Silversetin children’s poetry – Non-purposed outstanding artwork

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Shel Silverstein never has his children’s poetry written on purpose, but the attractive sense it contents is second to none when compared with others ’ artworks for children of other poems.

Though never studied the poetry of others, Silverstein developed his own quirky style, laid back and conversational, occasionally employing profanity and slang. Thank to Usurla Nordstrom for having encouraged Silverstein to write children’s poetry, so that we now can enjoy such meaningful poem with humorous speech.

#1:Whatif - from the book "A Light in the Attic" (1981)

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

#2: Danny O'Dare by Shel Silverstein

Danny O'Dare, the dancin' bear,
Ran away from the County Fair,
Ran right up to my back stair
And thought he'd do some dancin' there.
He started jumpin' and skippin' and kickin',
He did a dance called the Funky Chicken,
He did the Polka, he did the Twist,
He bent himself into a pretzel like this.
He did the Dog and the Jitterbug,
He did the Jerk and the Bunny Hug.
He did the Waltz and the Boogaloo,
He did the Hokey-Pokey too.
He did the Bop and the Mashed Potata,
He did the Split and the See Ya Later.
And now he's down upon one knee,
Bowin' oh so charmingly,
And winkin' and smilin'--it's easy to see
Danny O'Dare wants to dance with me.

#3:Where the Sidewalk Ends - "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the grass grows soft and white,
and there the sun burns crimson bright,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
to cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go
to the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends.

#4:Messy Room by Shel Silverstein

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!

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The ever-lasting funny moment in Shel Silvertein poems

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Shel Silverstein never has his children’s poetry written on purpose, but the attractive sense it contents is second to none when compared with others ’ artworks for children of other poems.

Though never studied the poetry of others, Silverstein developed his own quirky style, laid back and conversational, occasionally employing profanity and slang. Thank to Usurla Nordstrom for having encouraged Silverstein to write children’s poetry, so that we now can enjoy such meaningful poem with humorous speech.

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Poems of Shel Silverstein:


#1:The Loser - "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974)

Mama said I'd lose my head
if it wasn't fastened on.
Today I guess it wasn't
'cause while playing with my cousin
it fell off and rolled away
and now it's gone.

And I can't look for it
'cause my eyes are in it,
and I can't call to it
'cause my mouth is on it
(couldn't hear me anyway
'cause my ears are on it),
can't even think about it
'cause my brain is in it.
So I guess I'll sit down
on this rock
and rest for just a minute...

#2: The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt - "A Light in the Attic" (1981)

Knock knock!
Who's there?
Me!
Me who?
That's right!
What's right?
Meehoo!
That's what I want to know!
What's what you want to know?
Me, who?
Yes, exactly!
Exactly what?
Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!
Exactly what on a chain?
Yes!
Yes what?
No, Exactlywatt!
That's what I want to know!
I told you - Exactlywatt!
Exactly what?
Yes!
Yes what?
Yes, it's with me!
What's with you?
Exactlywatt - that's what's with me.
Me who?
Yes!
Go away!
Knock knock...

#3: One Inch Tall by Shel Silverstein
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).

#4:Italian Food

Oh, how I love Italian food.
I eat it all the time,
Not just 'cause how good it tastes
But 'cause how good it rhymes.
Minestrone, cannelloni,
Macaroni, rigatoni,
Spaghettini, scallopini,
Escarole, braciole,
Insalata, cremolata, manicotti,
Marinara, carbonara,
Shrimp francese, Bolognese,
Ravioli, mostaccioli,
Mozzarella, tagliatelle,
Fried zucchini, rollatini,
Fettuccine, green linguine,
Tortellini, Tetrazzini,
Oops—I think I split my jeani.



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