“I will not play at tug o’ war.
I’d rather play at hug o’ war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.”
Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer,
A wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er,
A magic bean buyer…
Come in… for where the sidewalk ends, Shel Silverstein’s world begins. You’ll meet a boy who turns into a TV set, and a girl who eats a whale. The Unicorn and the Bloath live there, and so does Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout who will not take the garbage out. It is a place where you wash your shadow and plant diamond gardens, a place where shoes fly, sisters are auctioned off, and crocodiles go to the dentist.
Could you think of anything more perfect for a Friday morning than a cocktail of creative nonsense, magic, rhyme and bizarre profundity? Nothing quite melts my ice-cold heart (frozen by the ungodly hour at which my alarm clock decided to ring) on a weekday morning like a generous dose of gobbledygook.
Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends is a wonderfully ridiculous book of illustrated poetry. With a knack for penning brilliant nonsense and for drawing absurd, vivid and quaint illustrations to match, Silverstein has bequeathed the world with a book that is brimming at once with hilarity and profundity; little nuggets of wisdom embedded within little tales of such bizarre ludicrousness, they could rival the musings of Tim Burton.
If you take the time to flip through this compilation, you’ll discover the Glurpy Slurpy Skakagrall, a pair of Dancing Pants, a Double-Tail Dog and Hector the Collector. You’ll laugh so hard that snot will fly from your nose, you’ll raise your eyebrows in pure bewilderment and you’ll cock your head to the tone of an epiphany. It has it all and the best thing about it is that you needn’t more than a minute to spare to pluck from within its binding at least a sample of Silverstein’s genius. Little tiny poems for stolen moments. Long and wild ones for your lunch hour. It is a book for all occasions, for all moods and for all hours. And I guarantee, it will make you smile.
Shel Silverstein should be recognised as a great contributor to the medical industry for discovering what I feel to be the most effective form of antidepressant yet!