That Crazy Old Doctor

There've been times in my life where I've just had to say, "I must, give it all up, for, it's that kind of day"! I must, really say this I really, just must; if I didn't say it, then, it wouldn't be, "just". There's this crazy, old man we'll just call him, "Doc"; who fills up blank pages with, "poetical talk". He's scribbled, and scrabbled 'til way, past bed-time, trying to finish each poem and, complete every rhyme. If he hadn't done this he'd surely gone, "mad", his nonsensical nature was, all that he had! No hidden agenda when first, he wrote down, each poem of nonsense to erase a childs' frown. And, Doc always did this manipulate, "clues"... ..so that , all of his poems were merely geared, to amuse. He loved to let nonsense be the order of the day, and, with every poem we all smiled, the same way. His only intention was to set our minds, "free", his style, just did it so, poetically. With his own tongue, in cheek we knew we'd been had, and his poems rhymed perfectly proving he was no, "fad"! The volumes of topics that Doc's written of, included all that could be written.....below, and above. He's written of magic, puzzles, and games... ..with, strange little creatures, with, strange little, "names". The, crazier his story, the saner he'd feel, and, the more that we heard convinced us they were, "real"! His poems, were genius as he weaved us, a tale; with, nonsensical rhymes that did so, without..."fail". "Old Doc", has quit writing he's up in heaven, this year, his birthday'd ... make him, a hundred, and seven! He's given advice, taught what we must do, he said, "Be who you are... ..no-one's youer, than....you!" He's maybe still writing in, heaven....you see, that'd be just like him as, that's who he must, be! That, silly old doctor... ..as silly, as a goose; we all loved his poems, for, we loved Dr. Seuss!