A Seussian Challenge

[AmericanTrash]

Theodore Seuss Geisel's birthday is Monday. I loved Dr. Seuss as a child and even more as a teacher. Thus I post this challenge:

Post a poem inspired by any of Dr. Seuss's books or poems. Maybe, in the spirit of Green Eggs and Ham, it uses no more than 50 words but in many different ways. Maybe it has a fun rhyme scheme. Maybe it is fantastical. Take whatever path you wish to the goal of delightful.

Please post your odes to Dr. Seuss by Tuesday, March 3rd. I will read and comment on each poem.

http://bloggingmis.blogspot.com/2009/04/dr-seuss-poems.html

Have fun!

 

[champagne1982]

Oh dear... A long time ago I posted this poem on the threads. The purpose of the poem was to remind people that we were part of Literotica as a whole and not to get too damned uppity if someone started talking about fetishes in the "high brow" Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum threads.

Alphabet Suess

There once was a bowl of alphabet soup
That hung out and posted in a poetry group
Whose words were chock full of meaning and punny
They even were quippish and sometimes, quite funny.

The creatures that were close to the alphabet soup
Lived far removed from the crass durty storeez group
Their weather was always warmish and sunny
A haven from sub-poems and thoughts about money.

A citizen of the darker side of the forums,
Made an unlikely visit to the high-minded quorum,
And said, "Now look here!"
With his mouth tied in a sneer:
"You're literary codswollop.
I'll be rude to you and call you Trollop
If I so wish,
I'll even jump in this dish!
This hot, yummy scoop,
of alphabet soup."

The poets leapt high.
They jumped through the hoop
Held high aloft
By the spoon in the soup
And said, "Hey now! That's not what we're all about.
"Your message is garbled. Please, sir, don't shout.

"We understand that you think we're as naughty
As you, nasty boy, who thinks Sis is a hotty.
We've got news for you, you silly brother,
We're all even worse, 'cos we wanna fuck mother!"

Thus, did this battle of wits rage for days.
The poets were trapped in an incestuous haze.
And the bowl of alphabet soup, you inquire?
Well, the letters were all trampled, into the mire.

Alas! What was left to nourish the muse
When her worshippers sought to demean and confuse?
They'd forgot what it was that tied them up tight
They were mistaken about, what it was, they should fight.

It's not your ideals and dogma we battle
Not even trite comment and idle prattle.
Our enemy has always been right over here
Our enemy is ignorance and yes, we should fear
The grip that it holds tight 'round our throats
Squishing our voice, turning men into goats.

Bleating our cries into the dark night,
Tear off the blinders and see the bright light
Of knowledge as it waits over there in the dish
Of alphabet soup. There's more, if you wish.

 

[Tzara]

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The "Cat" in the Hat

The fifties were dreary,
And quite sad and quite teary.
Alone in our rooms
All concerned of Ka-Booms,
Of the nuclear kind
It was hard to unwind
As we sat there, we two.
Then I said, "How I wish
We had something to do!"

Poof! And then Ginsberg arrived!
He was cool and alive
A real hepcat with chimes,
Buddhist chants quite sublime,
And with poetry written in very long lines.

He spoke of great minds—
Of some starving, some blind,
Some hysterical, nude,
And some just in a groove,
While we stamped on the floor with new Beat attitude!

He then spoke of a time
When there was No More War
And he spoke of Free Love
And we listened some more
To his lines, overflowing with consonants, vowels,
Anaphora, rage as he recited from Howl.

But all great things end,
I am sorry to say,
And it was so with Ginsberg
On one War Protest Day.
The police had moved in
With their guns, backed with money,
And sometimes what's Fun ends up not being Funny.

So we scattered and ran
'Midst the tossed tear gas cans
But the Cat—what a man!—
Kept on singing and singing
I'm with you in Rockland!
I'm with you in Rockland!
I'm with you in Rockland!

And when you looked at me and then I looked at you,
We both shouted to Ginsberg "We'll both be there too!"




The chronology is a mess, I know, but I've always loved The Cat in the Hat.

 

[Piscator]

In our children's pantheon, Doctor Seuss was always ahead of Zeus

 

[butters]

there once was a man
who found green eggs and ham
to be quite 'the dish'
being pretty delish

but noses were turned
amidst some concerns
since green was still seen
as a trifle obscene

and speaking of trifles
consumed at the eiffel
discussions soon ranged
from the odd to the strange

desserts tall as houses
or mini like mouses
the tart and the sweet
and the chocolat-fritte

till teeth started aching
with sugary slaking
creating a craving
for savoury baking
from pot-roasts to burgers
to pizzas (meat-mergers)
from roots in skin suits
to cheesy stuffed fruits

and after a while
with frowns turned to smiles
they quite forgot green
wasn't meant to be seen
but all agreed bacon's
top-rating unshaken.

baconnnnnnnn

the message so simple
in this little thingle?
discussion unites
so sleep well, now, goodnights!

 

[Piscator]

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VndCiOsfC_o/Sdnzv88mfsI/AAAAAAAAABY/nYR1hAPLGlU/s400/dr+seuss+poems+image+3.jpg

This is not mine but seems appropriate.​

 

[Angeline]

Did we travel--

(not at all), but oh the places
we went when you
and you were small
and snugged tight
by my sides, my Thing One
my Thing Two.

Six eyes on a book,
such magic inside,
such magical pages if only
you look.

I love the Sneetches
with their fix-it-up machine,
the red fish, the blue fish,
the wishes and dreams

of Horton, the Lorax,
Yertel's class struggles,
the tongue-tripping fox
in his little white socks,

unmovable Zaks,
a house full of Daves,
stare eyes and blink eyes

and nights that grew hushed
when pants tiptoed by
with no one inside em!

Pause. Apply hugs
giggles and grins.
Oh wondrous nights
with the cat,
Sam I am

and all of those lessons
nonsensical, set loose
on colorful pages:

Thank you
Dr. Seuss.

 

[AmericanTrash]

Oh dear... A long time ago I posted this poem on the threads. The purpose of the poem was to remind people that we were part of Literotica as a whole and not to get too damned uppity if someone started talking about fetishes in the "high brow" Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum threads.

Alphabet Suess

There once was a bowl of alphabet soup
That hung out and posted in a poetry group
Whose words were chock full of meaning and punny
They even were quippish and sometimes, quite funny.

The creatures that were close to the alphabet soup
Lived far removed from the crass durty storeez group
Their weather was always warmish and sunny
A haven from sub-poems and thoughts about money.

A citizen of the darker side of the forums,
Made an unlikely visit to the high-minded quorum,
And said, "Now look here!"
With his mouth tied in a sneer:
"You're literary codswollop.
I'll be rude to you and call you Trollop
If I so wish,
I'll even jump in this dish!
This hot, yummy scoop,
of alphabet soup."

The poets leapt high.
They jumped through the hoop
Held high aloft
By the spoon in the soup
And said, "Hey now! That's not what we're all about.
"Your message is garbled. Please, sir, don't shout.

"We understand that you think we're as naughty
As you, nasty boy, who thinks Sis is a hotty.
We've got news for you, you silly brother,
We're all even worse, 'cos we wanna fuck mother!"

Thus, did this battle of wits rage for days.
The poets were trapped in an incestuous haze.
And the bowl of alphabet soup, you inquire?
Well, the letters were all trampled, into the mire.

Alas! What was left to nourish the muse
When her worshippers sought to demean and confuse?
They'd forgot what it was that tied them up tight
They were mistaken about, what it was, they should fight.

It's not your ideals and dogma we battle
Not even trite comment and idle prattle.
Our enemy has always been right over here
Our enemy is ignorance and yes, we should fear
The grip that it holds tight 'round our throats
Squishing our voice, turning men into goats.

Bleating our cries into the dark night,
Tear off the blinders and see the bright light
Of knowledge as it waits over there in the dish
Of alphabet soup. There's more, if you wish.

funny! naughty and satyrical. Well done.

 

[AmericanTrash]

one fish two fish
red fish blue fish

some are old but
most are newish

holding noses those will fail
passage to the holy grail

pink fish net fish
shimmer wet fish

bright and thrashing
well of life

thrusting clear
of shard or knife

lovely fishies come
come well

seeping fish juice
every shell

red fish bright fish
leap and sink

down to darkness
black as ink

 

[AmericanTrash]

The "Cat" in the Hat


Ka-Booms,
Of the nuclear kind
It was hard to unwind
As we sat there, we two.
Then I said, "How I wish
We had something to do!"



Fabulous! And what a great photo! Tzara, we certainly have much to do this year. May all our good works be fruitful.

 

[AmericanTrash]

Did we travel--

(not at all), but oh the places
we went when you
and you were small


Thank you
Dr. Seuss.

What a wonderful reference to his works. Well done.

 

[AmericanTrash]

desserts tall as houses
or mini like mouses

. . .

discussion unites
so sleep well, now, goodnights!

Love. Mini like mouses is utterly adorable. I agree also with the final sentiment.

 

[AmericanTrash]

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VndCiOsfC_o/Sdnzv88mfsI/AAAAAAAAABY/nYR1hAPLGlU/s400/dr+seuss+poems+image+3.jpg

This is not mine but seems appropriate.​

Heh. I pee plenty though.

 

[AmericanTrash]

In our children's pantheon, Doctor Seuss was always ahead of Zeus

That could easily become a Dr. Seuss poem.

Dr. Seuss, a gentler Zeus? I dunno. But it is a cool rhyme.

 

[Piscator]

That could easily become a Dr. Seuss poem.

Dr. Seuss, a gentler Zeus? I dunno. But it is a cool rhyme.

For us, Doctor Seuss was way cooler than Goose
or Aesop, the Grim Brothers, or that Greek god Zeus,
Mr. Rogers by a hair, though not the Muppets,
where Cookie and Piggy were our favourite puppets.

But we were surprised on our socially distant walk
when this amphibian leapt up and started to talk
or rather sing, how it’s hard to be green
plagues cut pollution but the rest was obscene.

People dying like flies while flies were doing well
and if we’ll get through it, time only would tell
for the cards had been dealt, though Trump need a bump
from the Joker or Fauci to help flatten the hump.

Then his frog skin grew blotchy and he started to cry
we tightened our facemasks and waved a long-distance goodbye.