Dr Seuss is rolling over in his grave

Last night or this morning depending on how you look at it, I couldn't sleep. Instead of thinking of relaxing things, all I could think about was what would happen if Dr. Seuss lived with us.

If Dr Seuss ate at our house
I do not like that chicks and rice.
I do not think it very nice.
I will not eat it here or there.
I will not eat it anywhere.

Nor meat or beets or collared greens,
Or peaches, pears or gross green beans.
I only like my pasta bare.
No sauce will ever go on there.

You do not like them.
So you say.
Try them! Try them!
And you may.
Try them and you may, I say.

I will not eat those things I hate.
They might make me suffocate!
I'll yell and shout before I'd eat,
Something that I loved last week.

If Dr Seuss lived at our house
Socks
Rocks
Blocks
Toy Fox

Socks and Rocks are on the ground.
Fox and Blocks are all around.
On the couch and on the chair.
On the floor and on the stair.

Clothes and shoes are here and there.
Books and wrappers everywhere.
This mess is so big and tall,
We can not pick it up at all!


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