Honoring Doctor Seuss
Did I ever tell you about the sad poet,
Who couldn't write zilch, but he didn't know it?
He tried to claim Dr. Seuss as his muse,
But everyone knew it was just an excuse.
The poor fellow tried writing the marvelous way,
That for Dr. Seuss was as easy as play.
I fear the truth is, he had nothing to say.
His lines were mish-mash and he ran out of cash.
He was so distraught his strong teeth he would gnash.
He groaned, "Dr. Seuss was more clever than I.
My verse just gets worse, the more harder I try."
You will find him typing at end of the day
Still trying to create in the Dr. Seuss way.
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