The Eyes Have It
And since I've done so little for Poetry Friday for the last few weeks (mostly due to my noonish realization each week that, "It's Friday again?") I'm shamelessly stealing this from bookshelves of doom. It fits my Poetry Friday requirements to a tee:
A) It's creepy.
B) It's Shel Silverstein. Official Hot Dead Man of Children's Literature. *sniff sniff* Smell that? That's a new category for this site just ah-brewing and ah-percolating.