Best Seuss Poems
Engelbert Effleflump put on his disguise
Climbed in his orcetector and rose in the skies
For his mum hated flying and must never know
That Engelbert’s job was in an aerial show
Poor Engelbert hated deceiving his mother
He’d go out of the house under cloud cover
He’d loop the loop in pink polka dot skies
Twirling in his orcetector each time he flies
Over mountains of candy and lollipop trees
Floating on green clouds and lemonade seas
Only children knew his secret, they’d point with delight
Look there goes Engelbert - he’ll be home by midnight!
But disaster happened on one foggy day
Poor Engelbert crashed at a flying display
He was not badly injured - only his pride
But how could he tell his mother he’d lied
Unable to continue flying he told his mum of his work
When she discovered his secret life, she went BERSERK
She shook her gold furry arms high in the air
Now confined to his room Engelbert did despair
Engelbert begged and he pleaded, but she wouldn’t listen
Tears formed in his orange eyes, oh how they did glisten
That night he decided that he must simply be free
Couldn’t live with his mother – how they did disagree
Next morning he munched on his wigglerly grub
Drank his foaming juice from the chocberry shrub
He announced to his mother that he had a plan
We would get a new job, become a delivery man
Engelbert moved into a chocolate house
He lives there with his purple pet mouse
His new job lets him work at his own pace
Delivering dreams to Effleflumps in outer space
* an orcetector is a word that was made up by the little girl I used to be a private nanny to - she was just 2 years old and she couldn't say helicopter.
Contest:- Children’s story Dr Seuss Style
Sponsor:- Casarah Nance
~awarded 4th place~
08~21~15
HELLO DR. SEUSS – DO COME IN
There’s a BEAR
On my STAIR,
And I wish it
Wouldn’t STARE!
There’s a WUPBOARD,
In my CUPBOARD
And a DOX
In my BOX,
I know there’s a DARSKET,
In my BASKET
And perhaps a ZUBOON sitting
Next to my BABOON
Who resembles a BUFFOON!
Then there's SCRUB
Who lives beneath my TUB
A pleasant GUY,
He’s from Planet JIY
And taught me to FLY!,
But there’s a pesky GARBET,
Who lives in a JARPET
Within my bedroom CARPET!
I enjoy GRUDGET,
Who’s a tiny CRUDGET,
Who sees to my BUDGET!
In our boathouse,
Is a family of WASCALS
I really love these RASCALS
3 of them love me a lot,
The other three, wish I were not!
Old Mr FUBBLES,
Who blows BUBBLES,
Has a LUTTON,
Who’s a GLUTEN
On his BUTTON!
I also have a XELF,
Who likes to DELVE
On my SHELF
It’s fun living with my sister
Who has no idea,
I keep a ZOBBIT,
Who resembles HOBBIT,
In her BONNET!
POTD 20/6/2019
Can you keep a secret?
‘cause I’ve got one to share
I’ve a friend called Fazzbot
With green and purple hair.
Fazzbot met me yesterday
The day before today
Fazzbot is an alien
SSShhhhh!!
It’s a secret by the way.
He’s like a purple dragon
And a penguin too
He’s got green stripes
All down his back
Like the zebras at the zoo
He’s really good at magic
All he does is flick his hair
With a whizzle…
And a fizzling pop!
You’re neither here
Nor there.
Last night he whizzled us
Right up to see the moon
We ate green cheese and lollipops
And floated on balloons.
We splashed around in puddles
Gave the mermaids such a fright
And when some pirates came to swim
He whizzled us
Out of sight.
He’d whizzled us invisible
No one could see us there
Could they see us?
NO!
So we burped
BUUURRP
We burped right in their ear.
Then with a whizzle…
And a fizzling pop!
We went behind the sun
Roasting marshmallows on some sticks
The sun is lots of fun!
Playgrounds full of whirly gigs
And whatsa-ma-call-its too
Mud that tastes like chocolate
Pink elephants
That turn blue
Then with a whizzle…
And a fizzling pop!
I could feel my head
Resting on my pillow
I was tucked inside my bed.
Can you keep a secret?
About Fazzbot,
My secret friend
Then
You and I
And I and You
Tomorrow
We’re off with our new friend.
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened
memories will save the precious times.
Don't weep because we are no longer together
focus on the many times we were.
Remember the hills of life we climbed together
both searching for what we didn't have.
Not realising it was here within us
too stupid to see what might have been.
Don't cry because you no longer see me
open your eyes see what the future brings.
Remember our time and learn from it
mistakes are made yet you emerge with strength.
Don't cry because it's over
another page of life’s book will soon begin.
Smile because it happened
remember, but store your memories away.
Penned 8 August 2015
Dr Seuss quote contest
Quote used : Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened
Did you ever have the feeling there's a man in your can?
Or a ball down the hall with an eye to spy?
Sometimes I'm sure I have ants on a tour of my house without cure.
And sometimes I know there's a pup in my cup, yelling "Hey, what's up!"
And that white ram in the door jam well, he's on the lam.
That's the kind of paranoia I live with each day.
I admit I'm delusional in a big way!
Some visitors are quite friendly like the girl with a curl under my bed with Earle.
But Bower in the shower, well he sings for hours!
And the lady named Sadie why she is quite shady!
I like Randy. He always has candy.
But the man looking at me in the TV, him I wish I couldn't see.
All the brunettes in the cabinets, they love to dance about.
But that meanie named Bellini, him I could do without!
The cat in my hat I don't like at all.
And I get quite nervous when Saul runs down the hall.
The bears on the stairs taunt me without a sound.
And so do the others who like to hang around.
Like Bert, and Mert, and Kurt, and Gert who live inside my shirt.
I don't care if you don't believe it, find me my straitjacket. I'll never leave it!
*Based on the book, There's a Wocket in My Pocket
for Dr. Seuss Theme and Form contest (Joann Grisetti)
Seventh Place
Dr. Seuss-style-Mister Obama Please Tax The Rich Man!
Mister Obama please tax the rich man!
The cost's are up.
The pay is down.
Tax.
TAX!
All over town.
There is tax on GAS!
There is tax on tan.
Mister Obama please tax the rich man.
There is tax on CARS.
There is tax on trees.
There is tax on our food.
No
More tax.
Please!
We can't pay.
There is tax
On LAND.
ROCKS, DIRT, SAND
There is tax.
There is tax
This I know
On tobacco, too.
But tax, tax, TAX!
The rich do, do, DO!
Mister Obama
Please tax the
Rich man!
There is tax on pills.
There is tax on HEALTH.
There is tax on insurance
Just for wealth.
Just for wealth
There is tax
On telecom.
And on low tech
And CD-ROM.
Mister Obama
Change the queue.
Tax the rich man.
Just do, do, DO!
Now start this show!
Please Mister O.!
There's even tax on electricity.
There is tax on our dog...
Ducks and hog.
There is tax on our water
And imbibements we drink.
There is tax on our underwear
...and clothes.
Middle class has floundered.
It shows!
Mister Obama!
Tax the rich man.
Mister Obama!
Please tax the
Rich man!
It's time
For
No
More
Drama!
Tax the rich man
Please...
Mister Obama.
deborah burch©
4/30/2012
Book: "Marvin K. Mooney will you please go now!" by Dr. Seuss
A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a humming bird
Sucking pollen from a rose
When down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "you can pet him
For only fifty cents"
As I peeked into a sty
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "where are you flying to"
He replied. "to visit Dr. Seuss
"A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a humming bird
Sucking pollen from a rose
When down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "you can pet him
For only fifty cents"
As I peeked into a sty
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "where are you flying to"
He replied. "to visit Dr. Seuss" Copied
When the goose landed there
In Dr. Seuss’ lab
Goose was so confused,
For the lab was nearly bare
Written: August 07, 2012
The neon light flashed,
open, open, open,
so in we both went,
right after eloping,
The cat waiter in the hat,
gave us menus where we sat,
ordering some eggs and toast,
the cat smiled as if to boast,
He came back with our plates,
and the eggs to us looked fake,
because they were St. Paddy's Day green,
was the cat waiter trying to be mean?
He said you both look surprised,
but our eggs are best sellers,
customers love the taste,
but especially the color,
And if you both don't mind
and if you would be so kind,
instead of leaving cash for a tip,
I'd much prefer some catnip,
We both ate up all the green eggs,
"I told you it was good!" the cat said,
giving us both hats like his to wear,
saying it's just a little souvenir,
We said next time we'll bring the catnip,
to the cat accepting the cash tip,
wearing our cat in the hats out the door,
we knew we'd definitely be back for more!
3-16-17
I finally got my most exuberant, elaborate wish
To talk to the poet who immortalized red and blue fish,
The maestro who made a living from books of green eggs and ham,
A man who made the Star Belly Sneetches great, good, and quite glam.
Of course I am talking about the poet who put a fox in socks,
A writer who had the foresight to take the Lorax out of a box,
A poet who did not hesitate to make up words that sound funny
A poet who made poetry happy and glad, and still brought in money.
I read his poetry to my children, and I laugh, and I giggle.
The animals, and machines, and the way his words made us sniggle.
Thing One and Thing Two, I wish they had come to my house!
He made startling creatures real, that madman that louse!
His poetry was shiny, and cutesy, and fabulifically slick.
He did it quite casually, but it was extibubally mighty and quick!
It entered our hearts, goosed us gorabolically, and it tickled our brains.
It turned us into adventurers, some pretty diatotally insane.
He whipped our imaginations in a mighty whirlpool of joy.
He slathered us with enjoyment, his books were our catatalifcator toy.
No matter how many books mom read us on a Saturday night.
Until she got to Dr. Seuss, nothing quite felt totalboxilly all right.
Written July 26, 2018
Contest: Add a Stanza to My Poem Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Charles Messina
A furry little caterpillar
Crawled onto my knee
He turned into a butterfly
And landed in a tree
Beside him was a humming bird
Sucking pollen from a rose
When down fell an inchworm
That landed on my nose
A little baby bunny rabbit
Hopped onto my lap
When I started petting him
His ears began to flap
‘Did someone knock?’ a voice enquired *
And when I looked around
Two bleary eyes and long pink snout
Popped up from underground.
I came across a rooster
Sitting on a fence
A sign said "you can pet him
For only fifty cents"
As I peeked into a sty
I heard a great big thud
I saw the three little piggy's
Rolling in the mud
I looked up in the sky
And I saw a lonesome goose
I whistled "where are you flying to"
He replied. "to visit Dr. Seuss
* - my addition for the contest - bold print fails to transfer
24/07/18
"A person's a person, no matter how small"
No matter how fat, or how skinny, or tall
A person's a person, who lives by a dream
Who needs your respect, to boost self-esteem
"A Person's a person, no matter how small"
So don't use a label; don't make that one fall
Don't think you are better; we all are the same
A person's a person; now that's a nice name
A person's a person, who has worries too
Who lives and who struggles, a lot like you do
So why not be helpful, be kind, and be sweet
A smile and a hug, will be a great treat
Don't look at the markings or bright colored hair
Do not be judgmental; just show that you care
"A person's a person, no matter how small."
So give him your love, your blessings and alll
Quote: "A person's a person, no matter how small."
For Casarah Nance's Dr. Seuss Contest
Eileen Manassian
August 15, 2015
Voices voices telling me
Where to go
Who to see
What to say
And who to be
How to think
What to believe
What to buy
And what to spend
Where to start
And where to end
Who to hate
And to friend
When exactly to be straight
And when exactly, they say I should bend
.
Rules to live my life by
And how much I should get
When to let it go
Or when to throw a fit
Voices voices I declare
On the page
And on the air
Every how
And every where
.
Every say
And every said
Constant voices
In my head
Voices voices telling me
What to hope for
What to dream
Where to find
Blue Bell ice cream
When to whisper
When to scream
.
Voices voices telling you
Vote the red
Vote the blue
But don't think for yourself
No matter what you do
Voices to manipulate
Paint good men fools
Paint evil great
.
Those other voices whispering
Prodding me to do their thing
If I'm crazy let me be
But you be you
And I'll be me
And choose for myself
What I call free
.
Five hundred twenty-eight megahertz
Called us up out of the dirt
It's said I'll know the Shepherd's voice
And when He calls I'll have a choice
It's hard to hear Him thru the noise
Or cipher through religious ploys
But I choose to hear Him nonetheless
Tune out the chaos of all the rest
That one true Voice it brings me peace
And floods my soul with sweet relief
.
One last time I must tell
Keep your voices to yourself
Schizophrenic I may well be
But you just be you
And let me be me
Be it winter or summer more likely than not
my big nose can produce giant globs of green snot.
I use up the tissues a box at a time,
picking and blowing and wiping the slime
that dries in my nostrils like small crusty scabs
and I pull thwem out furry from the hairs that they grab.
But some are still gooey that Ill roll in a ball
and I flick'em real quick so they stick to the wall,
then I wonder how long beforer anyone sees
all the boogers I flicked on their wallpapred trees.
It may be disgusting but then that's what I do
I blow out big boogers and I flick one or two
where they stick on the windows or maybe the door,
while the nastiest ones I just blow on the floor.
And some of you know about this, yes you do,
because some of you have flicked a booger or two.
I'll never point fingers at any of those
who've had their own fingers way up in their nose.
Now I've told a story and some of its true
I've talked about mucus and boogers and you,
and stretching and rolling these green little balls
and picking and flicking and sticking to walls,
and I guess that I'll stop there, so I'll take a pass,
I won't talk about boogers, but let's talk about gas!
Such a wonderful sunny day of a day,
walking along in my walkiest way.
Waving to birds as they sing in the tree,
each song so special, just for me.
I came upon a sparkling lake,
under a shade tree a rest I would take.
On the softest grass in the coolest shade,
a fishing pole I soon cleverly made.
A stick of twisted crookedest wood,
from my pocket some string, tied best as I could.
A feather was found, just what I sought,
tied to the string with my knottiest knot.
Into the pond went feather and string,
slowly to shore the feather to bring.
Just as I hoped a fish followed it in,
he looked up at me and gave me a grin.
He was blue and gold in the silvery sun,
with spots then stripes where the spots were done.
Bright green eyes so large and clear,
small red fins with a large tail to steer.
“Where is the worm and the hidden hook?”
he asked me in a strangest fishiest look.
I smiled and replied, “That's not my task,
only some chat and friendship I ask.”
He leaped in the water, did a flippity flip,
splashed me with water till I did drip.
We laughed and laughed at his folly and fun,
but our time together had just begun.
We chatted about weather and the cool blue pond,
family and friends we held so fond.
Shared a sandwich of jelly and bread,
while he talked of fish schools and things that he said.
Finally the time came to say goodbye,
the string from my pole I did untie.
String in my pocket, feather to ground,
a handshake and smile to my new friend found.
Back on my path down the grassy lane,
perhaps one day I would return again.
Such a wonderful sunny day of a day,
walking along in my walkiest way.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
5/13/16 ©