Once upon a time,
In the Land of Rhyme
When their Art did wane,
And there was felt the strain
As if all had been done before,
The End lay ahead, and nothing more
There stepped out a Doctor of sorts,
Who spoke to the kingdom's cohorts.
"While right now, to you it seems,
You've come to the end of your dreams
I assure you, the end is not near,
To all that we Wordsmiths hold dear!
And I'll show you this is true,
If thus my advice, you will do!"
And with that, his fingers he snapped,
Then he smirked, and started to laugh--
"You see you, your old ways must leave,
Your rhyming style causes you to grieve.
Think not in terms of well thought lines,
Forbid those dungeons to captive your rhymes!
Let RHYME once again, reign among you as King,
With a bold step and fanciful swing
Set the pace, now don't you dare dote,
On some boring detail or worn antidote.
If you will let RHYME be your King,
Then give your words Life--
Resound with a Zing!
A Dippity-Dat
Or a Bee-Bop, or two,
A winsome dance
Or the old soft-shoe-
RAZZLE--
DAZZLE--
Make your poetry Fun,
For Young and Old--
Yes, for Everyone!
Before you know it
You can't stop yourself,
And Rhythm and Rhyme
Will be off the shelf!
Instead of a funeral
A Party will ensue,
The Kingdom will rebound
With a Dippity-Doo!
See what I mean,
This is a new scene
With new Vocabulary-
Forget the Mortuary!"
And then with a
Jumpity,
Bumpity
Salute,
He made a quick exit
With his Jester's Suit!
And the Rhyme Realm, that day was changed,
Prescribed by a Doctor, who helped rearrange
The thinking of Millions
To help make Rhyme Fun,
Given a sense--New Life had begun!
A lively Revival
With a POW!
And A PUNCH!
To show that Rhymeland
Was NOT out to lunch!
And who was that Mentor
Who turned it all loose?
None other than He,
The Beloved, Dr. Suess!