For the love of god can anyone explain the "good night nobody" line to me? I read this book to my kids and that part has been eating me.
It’s the man who wasn’t there? Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today I wish, I wish he’d go away... When I came home last night at three The man was waiting there for me But when I looked around the hall I couldn’t see him there at all! Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more! Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!) Last night I saw upon the sta…
For Albert Clarke, the Rise of 'Goodnight Moon' Is No Storybook Romance (2000)
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#14Earlier quoted context omitted.
It’s the man who wasn’t there? Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today I wish, I wish he’d go away... When I came home last night at three The man was waiting there for me But when I looked around the hall I couldn’t see him there at all! Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more! Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door... (slam!) Last night I saw upon the sta…
That reads like Shel Silverstein mixed with Nightmare Fuel
In the swamplands long ago,
Where the weeds and mudglumps grow,
A Yipiyuk bit on my toe…
Exactly why I do not know.
I kicked and cried
And hollered “Oh”—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I whispered to him soft and low—
The Yipiyuk would not let go. I shouted “Stop,” “Desist” and “Whoa”—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
Yes, it was sixteen years ago,
The Yipiyuk still won’t let go.
The snow may fall,
The winds may blow—
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
The snow may melt,
The grass may grow—
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
I drag him ‘round each place I go.
This Yipiyuk that won’t let go.
And now my child at last you know
Exactly why I walk so slow.
He had a few creepy ones, but they were all memorable and excellent. Thanks for reminding me of Shel Silverstein.
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#15For the love of god can anyone explain the "good night nobody" line to me? I read this book to my kids and that part has been eating me.
Not everything has to be perfectly logical. The part that confused my kid was that the "little old lady" was clearly a rabbit.
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#18For the love of god can anyone explain the "good night nobody" line to me? I read this book to my kids and that part has been eating me.
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#19A somewhat different bedtime story is, of course, Go the Fuck to Sleep . Most entertaining is when it is read by Samuel L Jackson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Udj-o2m39NA This book came too late for me and my kids ... maybe someday I'll get a chance to read it to my grandchildren?
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That reads like Shel Silverstein mixed with Nightmare Fuel
That’s a great way of putting it! Of course old Shel had some creeeepy stuff too, remember the Yipiyuk? In the swamplands long ago, Where the weeds and mudglumps grow, A Yipiyuk bit on my toe… Exactly why I do not know. I kicked and cried And hollered “Oh”— The Yipiyuk would not let go. I whispered to him soft and low— The Yipiyuk would not let go. I shouted “Stop,” “Desist” and “Whoa”— The Yipiyuk would not let go.…
Joey Joey took a stone
And knocked
Down
The
Sun!
And whoosh! it swizzled
Down so hard,
And bloomp! it bounced
In his backyard,
And glunk! it landed
On his toe!
And the world was dark,
And the corn wouldn't grow,
And the wind wouldn't blow,
And the cock wouldn't crow,
And it always was Night,
Night,
Night.
All because
Of a stone
And Joe.