Thumbsucker Poem by Shel Silverstein

Thumbsucker

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I met her on a corner in Duluth
(That’s the truth.)
She was tryin’ to fix her shoe in a telephone booth
(Her name was Ruth.)
She said she was just waiting for a bus
But I hid my thumb cause I knew just what she was,
And I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker such my thumb.
It’ll drive you crazy and leave you deaf and dumb.
It’ll make you crawl and climb the wall
Leave you without no thumb at all.
So I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb.

I’ll tell you what them thumbsuckers like to do.
They suck your thumb till it’s wrinkled like a prune
They’ll say you’ve got the sweetest thumb of all
But then they suck the thumb of the guy livin’ down the hall
That’s why I ain’t gonna let no thumbsucker suck my thumb


(etc. . . etc. . . until finally giving in.)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Willard Miller 12 December 2018

In lieu of aesthetics, I'll take vanilla!

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Rosella 10 April 2018

The end of this poem was confusing because it said 'until finally giving in', i don't understand that.

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Thumb Sucker 02 February 2018

It tastes like juicy fruit. What fun!

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Catdude113 23 January 2018

Weird but funny

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