THANK YOU, DR. SEUSS, FOR FILLING MY VULNERABLE BRAIN WITH DRUG-INDUCED NONSENSE
Rocks! Rocks! With alge-moss socks!
Standing up straight like a field full of cocks
Ready and waiting to slip in a box
Then shipped to the theatre, stationed as props
Point to the sky with the finger -- they mock!
"Damn you! -- So mighty, so high and on top!"
And fixed in the ground, they have time to take stock
Of the winners and losers, the smashes and flops
They've 'stood n'these years, and don't plan to stop
Or fall on their sides, or wallow in slop
Or lie like the dead and be covered in crop
Or drop to flat fodder for cloppity-clop
Like soldiers in form at a woodcutter's shop
They stand at attention, and ready or not
Here they come, as they were the day Ceasar was slaught'
In cross no-floss frocks and glazed gawks! The Rocks!
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