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TIRED I've been working so hard you just wouldn't believe, And I'm tired! I've been lying here holding the grass in its place, Pressing a leaf with the side of my face, Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet, Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.

I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud, Warning the robins to not chirp so loud, Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes, Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.

I've been supervising the work of the ants And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants, Timing the sun to see what time it sets, Calling the fish to swim into my nets, And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths, And I'm TIRED! SHEL SILVERSTEIN The reason I chose this poem is because it can easily be compared to my self at times. The first time I read I thought who would want to read this, But now I want to.

The authors message is that he is saying that this person he is talking about is very tired and thinks he or she needs a break. Also I liked this poem because it wasn't very confusing like some other poems I've read.

SONG FOR A LITLE HOUSE I'M GLAD our house is a little house, Not too tall not too wide: I'm glad the hovering butterflies Feel free to come inside.

Our little house is a friendly house.

It is not shy or vain; It gossips with the talking trees, And makes friends with he rain.

And quick leaves cast a shimmer of green Against our whited walls, And in the phlox, the courteous bees Are paying duty calls.

CHRISTOPHER MORLEY BOA CONSTRICTOR Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, And I don't like it - one bit.

Well, what do you know? It's nibblin' my toe.

Oh, gee, It's up to my knee.

Oh my, It's up to my thigh.

Oh, fiddle, It's up to my middle.

Oh, heck, It's up to my neck.

Oh, dread, It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff. . .