Silver Sundays #1: Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too

Hey guys! I thought that since we have the book “Where the Sidewalk Ends” filled with a bunch of Shel Silverstein poems, each Sunday I would post a poem from the book and I would call the series Silver Sundays! This first one is called “Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too“.


Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too

Went for a ride in a flying shoe.

“Hooray!”

“What fun!”

“It’s time we flew!”

Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

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Ickle was captain, and Pickles was crew

And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew

As higher

And higher

And higher they flew,

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

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Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,

Over the sun and beyond the blue.

“Hold on!”

“Stay in!”

“I hope we do!”

Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

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Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too

Never returned to the world they knew,

And nobody

Knows what’s

Happened to

Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

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poem by Shel Silverstein


I love Shel Silverstein poems and I hope you guys enjoy Silver Sundays! Comment down below if you like Shel Silverstein and also if you have any prompts, ideas, or “What if?“s for me to use!

~Katie

“Humorous, shy, fragile like a butterfly.”

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