Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout <br />Would not take the garbage out! <br />She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans, <br />Candy the yams and spice the hams, <br />And though her daddy would scream and shout, <br />She simply would not take the garbage out. <br />And so it piled up to the ceilings: <br />Coffee grounds, potato peelings, <br />Brown Bananas, rotten peas, <br />Chunks of sour cottage cheese. <br />It filled the can, it covered the floor, <br />It cracked the window and blocked the door <br />With bacon rinds and chicken bones, <br />Drippy ends of ice cream cones, <br />Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel, <br />Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal, <br />Pizza crusts and withered greens, <br />Soggy beans and tangerines, <br />Crusts of black burned buttered toast, <br />Grisly bits of beefy roasts... <br />The garbage rolled down the hall, <br />It raised the roof, it broke the wall... <br />Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs, <br />Globs of gooey bubble gum, <br />Cellophane from green baloney, <br />Rubbery blubbery macaroni, <br />Peanut butter, caked and dry, <br />Curdled milk and crusts of pie, <br />Moldy melons, dried-up mustard, <br />Eggshells mixed with lemon custard, <br />Cold french fries and rancid meat, <br />Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat. <br />At last the garbage reached so high <br />That finally it touched the sky. <br />And all the neighbors moved away, <br />And none of her friends would come to play. <br />And finally Sarah Cynthia Slylvia Stout said, <br />'Ok, I'll take the garbage out!' <br />But then, of course, it was too late... <br />The garbage reached across the state, <br />From New York to the Golden Gate. <br />And there, in the garbage she did hate, <br />Poor Sarah met an awful fate, <br />That I cannot right now relate <br />Because the hour is much too late. <br />But children, remember Sarah Stout <br />And always take the garbage out!<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sarah-cynthia-slyvia-stout-would-not-take-the-garbage-out/
