Dr. Seuss. What’s there to say about the man that hasn’t already been said. The man was brilliant in his use of the English language. I was reminded of this last night.
Last night we went to the local library. Now, this library isn’t like the picture of a library I have in my head: a old stately building with massive concrete pillars at top of a long walkway with hundreds of steps. Our library is pretty much the opposite of this ideal. However, it does have books you can borrow at no cost. Good enough for me.
My wife took out some books, my daughter picked out a ton of books, but I didn’t reserve any. I totally blanked and couldn’t remember any of the books I wanted to read. *Sigh* It’s for the better, though, as I need to spend time writing rather than reading.
Anyhow, one of the books we got out for our daughter was Seuss’ Fox in Socks. This is the book I read to my daughter last night to get her to sleep. Whew! If you haven’t read it in a while, I suggest you pick it up again and attempt to read it aloud. I had a sore throat and a twisted tongue by the time I was finished. Here is an excerpt:
Through three cheese trees
three free fleas flew.
While these fleas flew,
freezy breeze blew.
Freezy breeze made
these three trees freeze.
Freezy trees made
these trees’ cheese freeze.
That’s what made these
three free fleas sneeze.
I’m still recovering from that one.
The Struggling Writer 