Dr. Seuss and his cat-- they knew some good tricks--
They made a big mess for rainy-day kicks.
Thing One and Thing Two ran wild-- yikes!
Like my two boys when they were young tykes.
Then the Cat in the Hat-- he cleaned up the mess--
with his high-tech machine, with panache and finesse.
But now Seuss is dead, and my kids are old.
They are tall and mature; they cannot be controlled.
Time is a force that we just cannot fix . . .
Seuss is long gone, and I'm fifty-six.
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