TRYIN' ON CLOTHES (Monday Poem)

by Shel Silverstein


I tried on the farmer's hat,
Didn't fit.
A little too small -- just a bit
Too floppy.
Couldn't get used to it,
Took it off.

I tried on the dancer's shoes,
A little too loose.
Not the kind you could use
For walkin'.
Didn't feel right in 'em,
Kicked 'em off.

I tried on the summer sun,
Felt good.
Nice and warm--knew it would.
Tried the grass beneath bare feet,
Felt neat.
Finally, finally felt well dressed,
Nature's clothes just fit me best.



from A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein, 1981, Harper & Row