— Seussian Poetry —


Today is your day.

But, please stay inside!

Keep the virus at bay!

You have brains in your head.

And a mask on your face.

You can go to the store,

but leave six feet of space.

You’re on your own. And you know what you know.

And when you’re on ZOOM there are things you don’t show.

You’ll look up and down streets. Look ‘em over with care.

Anti-maskers exist and the virus they share.

With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,

Um, hey, can someone tell Dave his camera is still on?

Hey, Dave! Oh, it looks like he took his headphones off.

Dave! Oh, god. Dave please don’t do that.

Do any of you know how to shut someone else’s camera off?

Ok, well let’s keep going and maybe he’ll realize he’s still on the call.

In the streets things can happen and frequently do

to people as brainy and…

Oh, this is not good. He definitely does not know he’s still on.

Maybe we can call Dave’s cell and tell him?

And…there it is.

Ok, we should just end this meeting.

The Who-S-of-A was a wonderful place

Where people were kind (at least to your face)

And nobody judged you because of your race.

And the Grump found that last part a dreadful disgrace.


The Grump was a creature with hands like mouse

But his butt and gut were as big as a house

His hair and his face were a bright shade of orange

(Let’s skip this next line, because what rhymes with orange?)


The Grump grumped alone in his frumpy Grump Tower,

Hungry for hamburgers, French fries… and power!

He announced, “I will make this lousy land great

“If you let me lead all you people I hate!


“I’ll build you a wall a thousand feet tall!

“And make the Who-spanics pay for it all!

“And if you need health care, you’ll get it from me.

“Forget those big bills – you can all die for free!”


His lied far and wide — the Grump couldn’t lose

Until Sleepy Joe Biden awoke from his snooze:

He yawned, “Here’s my platform: I am not the Grump.”

He won by a landslide! He thumped the Grump’s rump!


“I got zero votes!” the Grump grumped in distress.

He asked for a recount – and got even less.

“He won without violence! He won without shootin’!

“He won without cheating or lawsuits or Putin!”


The Whos mobbed the Grump with torches and axes.

“Don’t kill him,” said Biden.  “Just make him pay taxes.”

“No, kill me,” said the Grump.