So dVerse is doing a Maurice Sendak day. Honoring him for his kiddie display and you know the cat can't pass that up. Dr. Seuss growing up was more my cup, as I barely ever heard of Sendak at all, which I will sadly admit at my hall. Anyway, I guess there were all kinds of wild things about and the cat has many he will let out. There was some relief from my grief. Does it smell? Hmm this is going to Hell.
The wild things are here,
From far and near.
An Oompa Loompa has come,
Captain Crunch bites his thumb.
Penguin Man moons the crowd,
Oops! That is daily and not so wild as he acts proud.
Here comes Flingy Flong,
Wearing a zebra thong.
I guess it just isn't Pat,
So disturbing to the cat.
Came to run his yap.
Eating a camel hump,
Getting rid of the bump.
I suppose that is good,
Fix ones OCD it should.
Hippo Happy lost his tooth,
Blamed it on some old bitty named Ruth.
She had to have it around her nose,
Why? Who really knows?
But things get whacky from there,
As along comes Lucky Hare.
Except he lost two feet,
Which isn't so neat.
As he was so wild,
He needed to be lucky for some child.
That's to put it mild too,
Not something you want to view.
Unlike the Fox and the Hound,
Oops! They already did that round.
The Termite and the Tree?
Wouldn't that be something to see?
Could help the woodchuck chop wood,
Somewhere in the hood.
Or was that chuck?
By now do you really give a umm duck?
Let's get wild with that,
And use flibo at my mat.
Puck which rhymes with you know,
Uses that in Pat's book show.
So Vilit Vigger was a flibo,
Or she wanted one on the go.
She didn't have a nice day.
Got a saggy rump,
After the humpty hump.
From a bad goalie and such.
Do I say too much?
For along comes joy,
Girl or boy.
Or maybe a moose,
From some deranged mother goose.
Then the wild starts all over again,
As they see more than that of women and men.
Who are supposed to be oh so wise,
Which is more of a disguise.
So the wild will go on,
From dusk to dawn.
Until the Mayans pull up their pants,
And stop acting like army ants.
Getting the date correct,
When we will no longer stand erect.
And go boom.
That would be a wild kind of doom.
Oh wait! They are dead.
So don't worry your pretty little wild head.
All will come around,
And the wild will always be found.
Was that wild enough? If not you can go search for scary people in the buff. I'm sure wild will be the word for that and so much more not wanted to be known by the cat. So go get scary and roll in the grass, just don't tell my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.