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Nov 2014
By Shel Silverstein**

Oh, I'm being eaten
By a boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
A boa constrictor,
I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor,
And I don't like it--one bit.
Well, what do you know?
It's nibblin' my toe.
Oh, gee,
It's up to my knee.
Oh my,
It's up to my thigh.
Oh, fiddle,
It's up to my middle.
Oh, heck,
It's up to my neck.
Oh, dread,
It's upmmmmmmmmmmffffffffff . . .
Other than "Sara Cynthia Silvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage Out", this is my favorite poem of Mr. Silvertein!!!
Wanderer
Written by
Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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