Dr Seuss Style Poems (2-14-21)

 My Dr Seuss Story

--Vanessa Holmquist

The truth about children is quite simple.

You're often left with hours of giggles.

No matter how mad or bad they behave.

You think to yourself “I will never be sane”.

Children are all kinds of crazy.

It makes us quite lazy.

Why do we love children so much?

Could it because their cuteness is untouched.

It could be the love that they give. 

Which makes it easy to forgive.

But

Whatever the reason,

Cuteness or love,

We care for them every little one.

Suessical Tree

--Aaron Leavitt

Young Barnaby was hard to please, his mother had observed.

No sweets or treats he’d ever eat, no desserts he’s ever served.

And so one day, just home from school, a bag of sugar found,

Bright jelly beans of every shade, he put them in the ground.

But then in spring to their surprise a tiny sprig appeared.

A leaf of pink, then one of teal and more as soil cleared.

And through the year it grew and grew, less likely with each day,

The colors varied wildly leaves and bark and twigs not grey.

When Spring returned the tree rejoiced with flowers sweet and bright,

And fruit of random shape and size soon came into the light.

When harvest time arrived at last a crowd was there that day.

Then bated breath as Barnaby announced, “Yeah, they’re okay.”

sEuSsIcAlLy Me?

--Ryanne Leavitt

Seussically speaking is not easy for me.

I know lots of word rhyming there should be.

With creatures of crazy design, 

6 or 8 or 12 of would be fine. 

You tang should get tonguled ,

All the words you should bungle.

No seussically speaking is not for me. 

Thought it might be for he or her or thee!

Can you make one that is all silly

And rhymes like your cousin billy? 

Maybe you could do the verbal flip flops 

Or even some vocal jives and hops!

Truly seussically speaking is not my cup of tea. 

But I will give it a try and then you will see!

The thought makes my head spin 

But maybe me dad who’s a Flynn 

Will do the job up right!

I am sure his will be outta sight!

This seussical speaking this seussical speaking, 

Really has me kind of freaking.

Then there is mum who might ramble a bit, 

She will sit and worry till it gives her a fit. 

Then out of nowhere she will find

A few little choice words right out of her mind!

Seussically speaking is hard as can be, 

It makes my tummy go all queasy!

Now if I had to make a guess,

My sister Carrie can do it best.

A grand story she will tell,

And it is sure to be super and swell!

No, Seussically speaking is not for me 

Trying to write it brings me no glee!

Hosanna’s will be filled with fun stuff

All sorts games and trips and fluff.

With all her kids always in tow 

The words and rhymes will flow.

Seussically speaking is hard on my Qi 

It makes my head go wooblee wee!

Now Maja is quite a witty one

Her’s is sure to be filled with fun.

We have already heard of her pangolin 

And the loud bird he ought to be stranglin’

Oh suessically speaking is a slap in the knee 

For all who can go on a rhyming spree.

Colleen’s will be something to hear 

She will says it is not like Shakespeare, 

She will write it all by herself,

And we are bound to think it top shelf!

Seussically speaking is for guys with goatees 

Who are practicing to be emcees.

Cary’s could be about airplanes 

And the customer who complains. 

Or the loud noises they make

As to the skies they take.

This Seussical speaking is full of debris 

That makes my head all fuzz-zzy.

Aaron is quick to a rhyme

He does it all the time.

My eyes may roll time and a gain 

Still a laugh I will feign.

Seussically speaking is hard duckie 

And writing them can be a beastie.

Vanessa’s may have a puzzle or two 

Of all the things her baby can do. 

Freja’s antics are many and plenty

I think she could write ten or twenty.

Seussically speaking is as much for a banshee

As clearly it is for me.

Now Hokan’s will tell of gore and the guts 

Or the things that come out of baby butts. 

There could be some puke

That is as strong as a nuke!

And now it is plain for all to see,

I am not good at wording Dr. seussically.

And if the Megan joins in

There will be a great din,

She will laugh and snortle

When she makes you all chortle.

We all want to speak seussically 

And for some it is easy and carefree.

Layla and Jemma’s may not be long

And with that there is nothing wrong. 

The joy of the kids as they tell them 

Is what I call a bright bright gem!

I Can't, But I Can

--Myrna Flynn

I can't write a poem, I can't write a Seuss book.

But I can write rhyming lines, just look.

My cat spied a rat,

That was very fat.

My dog trapped a frog,

That was sitting on a log.

William's dog, Ryker

Is quite a striker.

The iceberg is breaking

This is not a photoshop faking.

I went to swim in the lake

And got bit by a water snake.

I'm going to all this trouble

Please don't pop my bubble.

Grampa's Peaceful Night

--Daren Flynn 2/11/2021

Gramma's dog Leo, Messed on the bedroom floor.

Grampa stepped in it while opening the door.

So Leo was banished the very next night

Which became the cause of an all night fight.

Grandson William's bedroom door was left open.

His pup, Ryker, went next door and was hopin'

To engage in puppy play with friend Leo,

But the family cat, Midnight, said No! No!

Ryker attacked Leo and began to chase

The older dog and it was a crazy race.

Around the laundry room the canines speeded.

To make a mess of the room they succeeded.

Every time they passed, Midnight swatted and hissed.

In the bedroom they flew, William slapped but missed.

Ryker chasing, Leo fleeing, Midnight swatting.

William, in bed under the covers hiding.

Around and around the three animals flew

While William tried to figure out what to do.

Should he wake the grandparents and ask for help?

Here they came again and he let out a yelp,

Because the picture which hung above the bed

Came crashing down and fell squarely on his head.

Then, black cat, Midnight chased them through the dog door

And blocked it good so they could come in no more.

Grampa got up in the morning and he said

I had a peaceful night of sleep in my bed.

Why Don't You Visit

--Carrie Keiser 2-12-2021

Why Don’t You Visit
There’s a chill in my air
Some just don’t care.

My car squeals and whines
But starts most times.

The temperature it be negative 23
Add in the wind and it’s negative 43!

If you come to stay
Dress warm for the day.

What might you see?
People who are coat free.

No socks no gloves no hat
We’re just not sure about that.

The temps rise to 10 above
And there’s something to love.

Pull on your hoodie
Today’s a goodie.

I see the sun
This should be fun.

It’s beautifully deceptive
One step changes the perspective.

I don’t understand why
You don’t stop by!

Story

--Carrie Keiser 2-12-2021

True story or not
I don’t want to stir the pot!
So I’ve written another tho’t.

Reach for a book
Come on, take a look
Turning the pages I shook.

Oh what will it be?
What will we see?
The suspense is killing me!

The pages they flutter
My insides like butter
“Get it together!” I mutter.

My heart does a flip-flop
As I look to the tip-top
Do I hear a clip-clop?

Oh it’s the ring of a horseshoe
He tosses another one or two
As he learns to throw them true.

Now it’s the sounds of a road
As he trucks on by with a load
Doing his best to follow the code.

Now he’s humming
And singing
And driving.

What is this rhyme?
Who wrote this line?
Let’s check the by-line.

Truckers Life
He writes about joy and strife
And his kids and wife.

This author, who is he?
Daren Flynn it be.
Oh! my father is he!

Go to the link below to read My Day With The Cat

http://liveinthebadlands.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-day-with-cat.html