Where the Sidewalk Ends

by Shel Silverstein

A boy who turns into a TV set and a girl who eats a whale are only two of the characters in a collection of humorous poetry illustrated with the author's own drawings.

• ISBN10: 0060256672
• ISBN13: 9780060256678
• Publish Date: 18 February 2014 (first published 20 November 1974)
• Publish Status: Active
• Out of Print: 18 October 2011
• Publish Country: US
• Imprint: HarperCollins Children's Books
• Format: Paperback
• Pages: 166
• Language: English

Reviews

I really enjoyed the poems and artwork. They didn't all rhyme, some were sad, some were funny and a lot of them made me smile. I loved FOR SALE about selling off a younger sister. I can relate to it now and I definitely could relate to it as a kid. Highly recommend to people of all ages but I think kids will love the silliness of both the poetry and illustrations. 4 stars.

My favourites are below the spoiler.



INVITATION
If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!


MAGIC
Sandra's seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins' gold.
Donald heard a mermaid sing,
Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known
I've had to make myself.


LISTEN TO THE MUSTN'TS
Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me -
Anything can happen, child
ANYTHING can be.



FOR SALE
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I'm really not kidding,
So who'll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there any
One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?


NO DIFFERENCE
Small as a peanut,
Big as a giant,
We're all the same size
When we turn off the light.

Rich as a sultan,
Poor as a mite,
We're all worth the same
When we turn off the light.

Red, black or orange,
Yellow or white,
We all look the same
When we turn off the light.

So maybe the way
To make everything right
Is for God to just reach out
And turn off the light!


WHAT A DAY
What a day,
Oh what a day.
My baby brother ran away,
And now my tuba will not play.
I'm eight years old
And turning grey,
Oh what a day,
Oh what a day.