Watching Fox in my Socks
Spring 1977 (Washington)
Hour before Hannity so it’s Tucker on Fox
I turn up the volume, and kick back in my socks
Books are cancelled he screams, and the author’s been tossed,
“If we lose this battle, America is lost!”
Books are done, he laments, not by fire or by theft-
inexplicably killed by the radical left
Doctor Suess, his estate rather, hates all our youth
It’s alarming, despicable, horrid, uncouth!
So I wonder, aloud, what would Seuss himself think
Of his books being cancelled, thrown into the clink?
I guess we can’t ask him, he’s been dead thirty years,
but let’s look at his writing and what it reveres.
There is Horton and Whoville, and what do we learn?
That all people are people, we cannot discern.
“From the sun in the summer, from the rain when it’s fallish,
I’m going to protect them, no matter how smallish!”
The Lorax! It teaches the liberal ideal
Of protecting the planet like the Green New Deal
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”
Seuss wrote about war, condemned fascists and bullies,
Controlling our children with left leaning pullies.
Like the creatures in his world, we all came to know,
That no one is perfect. The aim is to grow.
When modern day critics found his drawings don’t age
I’m sure he’d have erased them clean off of the page.
And published a new book for expanding one’s mind
Starring magical monsters or beasts of some kind.
One thing is certain, regarding Tucker and Fox,
Seuss would not like them, not with lox, nor in a box.
An author, a liberal, and right jolly old elf,
If Seuss was still living he’d have cancelled himself.
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Submitted by Springwise on March 24, 2021
Modified on April 27, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
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Words | 293 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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