It’s Thursday! You know what that means. Time to throw it back. 😉
When I was in elementary school, Where the Sidewalk Ends was one of my absolute favorite books. The poems contained in its pages provided me with no dearth of amusement. There was one poem in particular that I charged myself with memorizing. Why? Likely to strengthen my arsenal and annoy my younger sister. (You’ll see what I mean in just a moment.) I haven’t picked up a copy of Where the Sidewalk Ends in ages, so I’ve forgotten most of the aforementioned poem’s verses. Thanks to Google, though, my fragmented memory has proven to be a non-issue in finding the poem.
Without further ado, I present “For Sale” by Shel Silverstein.
*Note: I wouldn’t trade my sister for the world now; I love her dearly. ❤