Like Our Facebook Page

New Poets Added

Poets Directory

Latest Poetry

Your Poetry

Backward Bill - Poem by Shel Silverstein (Shel Silverstein)

Make This Poetry Your Favorite

Backward Bill, Backward Bill, He lives way up on Backward Hill, Which is really a hole in the sandy ground (But that's a hill turned upside down). Backward Bill's got a backward shack With a big front porch that's built out back. You walk through the window and look out the door And the cellar is up on the very top floor. Backward Bill he rides like the wind Don't know where he's going but sees where he's been. His spurs they go 'neigh' and his horse it goes 'clang,' And his six-gun goes 'gnab,' it never goes 'bang.' Backward Bill's got a backward pup, They eat their supper when the sun comes up, And he's got a wife named Backward Lil, 'She's my own true hate,' says Backward Bill. Backward Bill wears his hat on his toes And puts on his underwear over his clothes. And come every payday he pays his boss, And rides off a-smilin' a-carryin' his hoss. Shel Silverstein

Comment Box is loading comments...

More Poetry Of Shel Silverstein