A Light in the Attic by Books

A Light in the Attic

“Last night while I lay thinking here
Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
And pranced and partied all night long
And sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?”

I have loved Shel Silverstein since I can remember. He has been apart of my life in many ways throughout the years. Be it a college project, a poem to a boy, or just the companionship of some of the best imaginative poems I have ever read. There will never be another Shel Silverstein. There will never be a better way to pass a rainy day.