He's probably better in text form

Several years ago I found an audio collection of Shel Silverstein reading his poetry. He screams his work. I mean he yells his work. I loved it. I ended up playing it often, especially on busy, urban streets with my windows down and bass up. It cracked me up when I competed with the typical music coming from cars trying to out peacock me, and when Silverstein would scream, ONE SISTER FOR SALE, I always laughed. I was thinking about his poetry, books and singing this morning and about how he meant it to be heard, screamed, sung and seen. Also, SHEL SILVERSTEIN has a great website in his honor. I try to imagine what it'd be like to teach Shel Silverstein and that a room full of such minds would be a dream. Yes, it'd be hard to control, but I'm all about such quirkiness. I need to find my Shel c.d. and put it back into the Explorer. As snow begins to fall, I'd like to hear his booming voice work its way through barren trees.

The Meehoo with an Exactlywatt by Shel Silverstein
Knock knock!
Who's there?
Me!
Me who?

That's right!
What's right?
Meehoo!
That's what I want to know!

What's what you want to know?
Me, WHO?
Yes, exactly!
Exactly what?
Yes, I have an Exactlywatt on a chain!

Exactly what on a chain?
Yes!
Yes what?
No, Exactlywatt!

That's what I want to know!
I told you - Exactlywatt!
Exactly WHAT?
Yes!
Yes what?

Yes, it's with me!
What's with you?
Exactlywatt - that's what's with me.
Me who?
Yes!

GO AWAY!

Knock knock...