Each night, as part of my daughter’s bedtime,
I read her some books and they sometimes do rhyme
I pick them at random, they all get a read
but this week my daughter just would not concede
She’d never picked out any favorites before
but this week the reading was more like a chore
Three days in a row, I’ve read the same story
Horton Hatches the Egg, (sigh…) in all his fat glory
I don’t normally mind a little Dr. Seuss
but, goddamn, somebody hand me a noose!
Tonight when I read the last lines and was done
I soon realized that the old man had won
When I told J to put it back on the shelf
I started to rhyme! I could not stop myself!
I might as well have grown a white beard
I would not have felt any more weird
So I then decided to make this wee post
and crossover from Seuss to what I love most
And that’s venting myself all over the net
After which, my angst I’ll more easily forget
It’s working but I think I need to make haste
and hide that damned book or get it replaced
Horton had better hatched the last of his eggs
Or I’ll break his cute little elephant-bird’s legs.
Melancholy
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