Jeffrey Pipes Guice

New Orleans
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Channeling Dr. Seuss

The cat in the box...
Looking sly as a fox...
Was he wearing dog socks...
That’s quite the paradox...

In the box the cat sits...
Thinking Kibbles ‘n Bits...
At the end of his wits...
Chooses greens eggs and grits...

The box arrived in the mail...
At the pace of a snail...
The cat lets out a wail...
Someone stepped on his tail...

After a demitasse of Chartreuse...
In the box he leaves a deuce...
Are we channeling Dr. Seuss...
Having thoughts so abstruce...

As one’s mind doth often wonder...
On a rainy day filled with thunder...
Will the cat start to plunder...
Doth the mice buckler under...

As the cat’s master walks in...
Wearing an expression of chagrin...
The cat offers a slight grin...
‘It wasn’t I, ask my evil twin’

So the cat scampered away...
Out the side door to go play...
As Dr. Seuss would often say...
‘Another poem saved the day!’

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