{"id":2089,"date":"2008-02-22T16:08:00","date_gmt":"2008-02-22T16:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2089"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:28:32","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:28:32","slug":"poetry-friday-sleepy-sleepy-sleepy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2089","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Sleepy, Sleepy, Sleepy&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>One terrible weekend when I was nine, I met a strange boy at the beach who walked up to me, said hello, and proceeded to make bad jokes. He was eleven, and today (a few years past eleven), he&#8217;s our first house guest since we moved to the UK.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes old friends are the ones who make you the most anxious. I am just <i>shattered<\/i> I&#8217;m so tired. I haven&#8217;t been sleeping &#8212; because I&#8217;ve been cleaning the house in my dreams. Stupid, no? But that&#8217;s the way my mind unhinges at times. And so, a bit of Shel Silverstein for me.<\/p>\n<p><b>Whatif<\/b> by Shel Silverstein<\/p>\n<p>Last night, while I lay thinking here,<br \/>some Whatifs crawled inside my ear<br \/>and pranced and partied all night long<br \/>and sang their same old Whatif song:<br \/>Whatif I&#8217;m dumb in school?<br \/>Whatif they&#8217;ve closed the swimming pool?<br \/>Whatif I get beat up?<br \/>Whatif there&#8217;s poison in my cup?<br \/>Whatif I start to cry?<br \/>Whatif I get sick and die?<br \/>Whatif I flunk that test?<br \/>Whatif green hair grows on my chest?<br \/>Whatif nobody likes me?<br \/>Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?<br \/>Whatif I don&#8217;t grow talle?<br \/>Whatif my head starts getting smaller?<br \/>Whatif the fish won&#8217;t bite?<br \/>Whatif the wind tears up my kite?<br \/>Whatif they start a war?<br \/>Whatif my parents get divorced?<br \/>Whatif the bus is late?<br \/>Whatif my teeth don&#8217;t grow in straight?<br \/>Whatif I tear my pants?<br \/>Whatif I never learn to dance?<br \/>Everything seems well, and then<br \/>the nighttime Whatifs strike again! <\/p>\n<p>The rest of the poetry pals are <a href=\"http:\/\/kidslitinformation.blogspot.com\/2008\/02\/poetry-friday-book-review-brothers-war.html\" target= _blank>over at Kelly&#8217;s<\/a>. Wishing y&#8217;all a blissfully peaceful completely unexceptional weekend of relaxation.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One terrible weekend when I was nine, I met a strange boy at the beach who walked up to me, said hello, and proceeded&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[93,10],"class_list":["post-2089","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2089","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2089"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2089\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4741,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2089\/revisions\/4741"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2089"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2089"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2089"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}