Sep 26 2010
King of the Snoz-goblitz and Doo-witz-itzs
Creator and Master of Iambic Composites,
Of Bamboozled Personas and Resourceful Components,
All Served with Your Very Own
Hail Seuss! Hail the Life-easer!
As we sit in your leisure,
Come tell us a Teaser
Of Mulberryish Measure.
Weave us a Tale
Of Truth-Tailored Adventure
And Untangle the Knotted Quagmire
Till Buttered Battlelines Expire.
Hail Seuss, Sincerity’s Caesar.
When I was just a wee lad
Digesting kelly-colored fare
I was naught to despair
Confident that that mad feline hatter
With his rapid Seussidian patter
Would create a symphonious Epiphany
Dispelling my angst and melancholy.
Ah, Seuss, the poet Olympiad.
But my children, I must confess
The bard of syllabic resonance
Has penned his last euphonic dance.
The troubadour of rhyme, now cloaked in Nimbus,
Is composing his belletristic opus
For the prey of death’s decay.
Know that, a great man has passed our way.
The Seuss is gone, and we are now, in deep distress.
Gather round and find some whatzit-thing;
Get out your hornzogglers and tune your zing-zigglers.
Collect your doozits, pop-pozits and electric mudslingers
Hurry up, for an ode of tone is underway
Complete with a parade along the palatial parkway
A symphony of onomatopoeic harmony.
To praise the Master of wise absurdity
And wail a tribute to the king of word-fashioning.
Glory to Seuss!
Sovereign of childhood’s creative mirages
The pinnacle potentate of bedtime barrages,
Of complex contraptions and ethical forages,
Remember the good Doctor!
Benefactor of life-edification and daydream education.
Glory to Seuss, The Master of Muse.