Shel Silverstien's Poem: Peanut-Butter Sandwhich
Shel Silverstein's: Where the Sidewalk Ends
Poem Title: Peanut-Butter Sandwhich
Narrated by Chad Fox
Reading Real Poetry
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Peanut-Butter Sandwich
Where The Sidewalk Ends
I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
Were brown and sticky from the mounds
And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.
His subjects all were silly fools
For he had passed a royal rule
That all that they could learn in school
Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.
He would not eat his sovereign steak,
He scorned his soup and kingly cake,
And told his courtly cook to bake
An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.
And then one day he took a bite
And started chewing with delight,
But found his mouth was stuck quite tight
From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.
His brother pulled, his sister pried,
The wizard pushed, his mother cried,
"My boy's committed suicide
From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!"
The dentist came, and the royal doc.
The royal plumber banged and knocked,
But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.
Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!
The carpenter, he tried with pliers,
The telephone man tried with wires,
The firemen, they tried with fire,
But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.
With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,
With steam and lubricating oil
For twenty years of tears and toil
They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.
Then all his royal subjects came.
They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains
And pulled both ways with might and main
Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.
Each man and woman, girl and boy
Put down their ploughs and pots and toys
And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy
They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwhcih
A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak
The king's jaw opened with a creak.
And then in voice so faint and weak
The first words that they heard him speak
Were, "How about a peanut-butter sandwich?"
Leonard Cohen's Poem: There is a Moment
Poem Title: There is a Moment.
Narrated by Chad Fox.
Reading Real Poetry
There is a moment in every day when I kneel before the love i have for you. Then I remember that I am still that man. And i know that my life's work is to be that man, who leans over a white tablet humbled in his constant and signifying love for you. It is eight twenty-seven in the evening. Once again the thought of you has rescued me from the puzzle of my indeifference
and the hard wheel
in the chest's center
becomes a soft wheel
God lies down next to his lamb
so the creature can
gather itself
His queen is massaged
by a thousand versions
of Her most devoted drone.
and there you are
smiling at someone else
in my vision of the lost kitchen
and that is the way
I finish my work
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