Visiting Dr Seuss Collaboration

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