The child's discovery of Holes ( in verse) (style of Shel Silverstein) |
Hole Theory There’s a hole in my donut, To this end I have a query; Where did the hole come from, For this I have a theory; There’s a hole in the ground, And a hole out in space, There’s a hole in my underwear, There are holes everyplace… Under trap-doors , on rooftops, In the walls, on the floor, A small hole in my stomach and My heart can’t take many more, I used to wonder often, quite often since birth, Where did these holes come from All over this earth… In the ground, on the trees, In the roads, on the land, I may have the answer, I now understand; There’s a hole in the donut maker At the hole factory, It’s a sinister plot, a bad conspiracy… To put a hole in good things or To put a hole in your life, I’d give up a hole paycheck And make you my wife... If we could uncover the plot, Expose this sinister plan, But there’s a small hole in my theory I don’t yet understand… So, I’ll explore more whole earth catalogues And read a lot more books, I’ll write brilliant papers, I will ponder, I will look... Into the depth of the “hole” problem I’ll explore one more time… I’ll discuss the "Hole" issue And stop this "hole" crime, About this hole in your donut- Watch it slowly disappear, Meanwhile, if you want it or need it I’ll gladly store it in here; Cause I’m building and planning a "hole" storage bin, For a dollar or two I’ll hold it, Bring that "hole" right on in! [end] dedicated to Wonderful memory of Shel Silverstein |