Theodore was not a bore

Today is the birthday of dear Dr. Seuss* Whose books for all people were really quite choice. He rollicked and rhymed for the listening ears Of bathed and pajamaed sleepy little dears, While olders could glean from the nonsense galore An ethical stance on the absurdity of war. We all grew up reading about Cindy-Lou And everyone loved Horton Hears a Hoo. So on this fine birthday of a very fine man, We all should go home to read Green Eggs and Ham. My rhymes are a stretch and my meter is poor, But my affection for Seuss is nothing but pure. * According to Mr. Geisel himself, it should be pronounce "Soice." But between you, me, and the living room chair, I say Sooce like everyone else.