So in an attempt to provide ya’ll with a break from my profane rants (not that you asked for it, but I’m giving it to you because that’s just the kind of person I am), I’m teaming up with my superneat friend, Erin, to bring you “A Painted Shel”. Every Wednesday, instead of making some childish joke about it being Hump Day and how I want to hump or have humped or just want to use the word hump because I think it’s severely neglected, I’m going to share a Shel Silverstein poem with you guys, and Erin will be showcasing her corresponding artwork via Paintbrush. This is also an attempt at reclaiming my child-like innocence. PSH! Good luck with that. HELLO, I CAN HEAR YOU!
Today’s selection: “Early Bird” from Where The Sidewalk Ends:
Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird
And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.
If you’re a bird, be an early bird–
But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
- Shel Silverstein
(I am a worm)
parrypants (& erinelizabeth paxson)