Note: This is dedicated to the King of Children's poetry, Dr. Seuss. Have fun!
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There was a time when I could rhyme
and life for me was so sublime,
that when I strolled the avenue,
new poetry I would debut.
'Bravo!' Some shouted, 'Hoorah!' more cried;
their thirst for rhyming not denied.
And so I slung and slang my stuff,
until one day they yelled, 'Enough!'
By now momentum carried me
beyond the realm of poetry.
Thus I refused to pause or stop
and was arrested by a cop!
He blew his whistle in my face
and tried to put me in my place.
His temper escalated too,
I swear his face was turning blue.
But still I rhymed without a reason
and kept on rhyming without ceasin'.
He ran me in with this excuse,
on felony 'Doc Seuss' abuse.
I kept on rhyming at the jail
and so he booked me without bail.
That cop was burning with a grudge
to hold me 'til I saw the judge.
So I sojourned my so sad journey
and begged to speak to an attorney.
I banged on bars with cups adeptly,
'tis wonder just how long they kept me.
My day in court was long and dreary
and as I rhymed, the judge grew weary.
I pushed the envelope a nuzzle.
The judge then gagged me with a muzzle!
My lawyer begged (his last resort)
and asked for mercy from the court.
'This man's insane!' my lawyer said,
'Perhaps he's haiku in the head!'
So now I'm in a special place,
where words meander off in space,
where poets pen and rhymers quibble
and old men, without teeth, still dribble.
Somewhere where winds waft words less wary,
awash with wisdom without query,
I'll compromise, request acquittal.
Instead of rhyme, why not just riddle?