Thank You Doctor

In case its not apparent by these silly rhymes I write

I grew up on Dr. Seuss...yes Dr. Seuss...that’s right.

There I said it and I’m not ashamed it doesn’t make me less a man

To admit I read The Cat in the Hat and loved Green Eggs and Ham.

It seems when I was just a boy I harbored this strange wish

To see a Fox wearing blue Socks while counting two red fish.

“Mom, let’s read about Horton the elephant.” Every night I’d plead and beg

I didn’t care if it was the one about the Who or the one where he hatches the egg.

But Dr. Seuss wasn’t just about the rhyme, there’s more to him if you please.

From him I learned to imagine and the need to save the trees.

I learned some basic counting and I learned to alphabetize

I learned how one small heart at Christmas can grow three times its size.

From the first book I was amazed how words could sound that way

And I’ve been afflicted by the rhyme bug ever since that day.

If I had to pinpoint the time I think it was on Mulberry Street

When I knew my life without some rhyme would never be complete.

And now my friends on Facebook my poetry get to see

At least those still remaining who haven’t hidden or unfriended me.

But I will keep on writing for better or for worse

You see this rhyme thing can be a blessing or it can be a curse.

Many times I have been sick or hurt but there’s one constant I deduce

No doctor makes me feel as healthy or as good as Dr. Seuss

Like Marvin K. Mooney I must go now but don’t be too distraught

For I am leaving but I leave behind one more rhyming thought.

When you’re feeling stressed, depressed or low and the world seems like a sham

May I suggest a little Cat in the Hat or perhaps Green eggs and ham.