Dreadful

Someone ate the baby.
It’s rather sad to say.
Someone ate the baby
So she won’t be out to play.
We’ll never hear her whiney cry
Or have to feel if she is dry.
We’ll never hear her asking “Why?”
Someone ate the baby.

Someone ate the baby.
It’s absolutely clear
Someone ate the baby
‘Cause the baby isn’t here.
We’ll give away her toys and clothes.
We’ll never have to wipe her nose.
Dad says, “That’s the way it goes.”
Someone ate the baby.

Someone ate the baby.
What a frightful thing to eat!
Someone ate the baby
Though she wasn’t very sweet.
It was a heartless thing to do.
The policemen haven’t got a clue.
I simply can’t imagine who
Would go and (burp) eat the baby.

– Shel Silverstein

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  1. By The Subway Piranhas – Fiat Camena on August 3, 2011 at 04:06

    […] I love this poem for so many reasons – that it’s set in the subway, which I love travelling in, that it whimsically drags in piranhas – piranhas! – into it, and that it makes you wonder exactly *where* all those skeletons in the display cases come from. Here’s some biographical information on Edwin Morgan. I’ve read a couple of other poems of his which I loved, and I’m going to run those soon-ly. This reminded me of Shel Silverstein’s poem about someone eating the baby – read it here. […]

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