An Ode to the Dr. Seuss
Seoul, South Korea
2022, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word
And though there’s no desert to be found,
sandy, dusty days abound. Yellow flakes
float lazily across country and over sea,
down from treeless, barren land, coat cars
and everything crispy golden, like
nutritious, perfectly fried French fries. And
people hack, not computers, not politics, but
with lungs and lip, like Jack and Rose in Titanic,
launch gooey globs of golden green-hued
phlegm, green eggs without the ham. And I
think to myself:
I do not like that green egg-like phlegm,
not on the sidewalks stained by them. I do not like
the yellow flakes small in size, causing phlegm
and temperatures to rise. And though I may
one day relish green eggs and ham, I will
never like yellow dust or green egg-like
phlegm, I will not like them with anyone or on
or in anything whatsoever, I will not like them
whenever or wherever I am.
Reflection
I combined my environmental concern with my love for Dr. Seuss and wrote an ode to him.