There once was a man, Theodor Seuss Geisel was his name. His books were so wondrous, the fans they all came! He wrote books about boats and books about cats, and these cats were so crazy they often wore hats! The words were made up! Like Grinch and like Nool! In Nool lived Horton, an elephant, so cool! Seuss drew characters that caused havoc for me and for you, characters like Sneeches, plus Thing One and Thing Two! Oh, such worlds he created, making children elated, with the places he’d go, deep, but not complicated. But do you want to know the silliest, sneakiest, most hum-dingerist thing of all? This Dr. Seuss is me! He’s not a character at all! A political cartoonist who had bigger stories to tell, and you know folks, I think, if I do say so myself, I tell and draw them pretty darn, diggily, wiggily, well!
‘Tis I, the writer of plays most famous.
Thine words, convoluted, olde and heinous.
Iampic pentameter, my meter and time
Ten syllables a line, each ending in rhyme.
Thou callest me “the bard,” ye best English poet!
Hamlet, Romeo, Othello, all die, my pen doth show it.
Performed at The Globe, thine own home theater,
Inventing new words, like “eyeball” and “cater.”
One hundr’d fifty-four poems, in sonnet style,
Each a love letter doth scholars compile.
Thirty-eight plays, thoust comedy and drama,
Hark, ‘tis I, the English language’s original momma!