Abrupt dancing in the middle of a pep rally;
Sitting alone mumbling in a dark alley,
Boisterous self-exchange in conversation,
What is your interpretation?
No, I’m not mental;
I’m sane and gentle,
To talk in verse,
Is this my curse?
They ask me, “Who are you, Dr. Seuss?”
No, allow myself to introduce,
I have been gifted the ability to speak in rhyme;
It’s no crime,
You ought to try it sometime;
Grab yourself a bowl,
It can be food to your soul.