A bit of background really quick: I was doing a presentation on Dr. Seuss, and I figured there couldn't be a better way to present him, than through a book written in the style he would write it. So this is what I like to call, Mr. Ted Geisel and His Epic Survival.
Mr. Ted Geisel and His Epic Survival
Once upon a time, in a land not very unlike our own,
There lived a boy that wanted only to be known.
His name was Ted Giesel, he was proper and sound,
But lacked one certain thing when the day came around.
Little Ted Giesel, he didn’t like sports.
He would rather draw pictures, and that made him all out of sorts.
As little misfit Ted started to grow,
He went on through high school with his doodles in tow.
Most thought him silly, or severely unknowing,
But Mr. Ted Giesel just wouldn’t stop growing.
At the ripe age of only sweet seventeen,
Dartmouth College became Ted Giesel’s dream.
While there he was given the title of Editor and Chief,
To Dartmouth’s all prestigious, humor magazine.
But, that old misfit feeling still wouldn’t let Giesel be,
For he was labeled, “Least Likely to Succeed” you see.
After college, Ted was plagued with more doubts than ever.
For what kind of dummy
Would try to make money
From a strange little drawing endeavor?
Not him, that’s for certain, oh no, he was much far too clever.
So Ted Giesel applied for a grant to Oxford, the best school around.
Now prepare, here comes the awkward.
Ted told all of his family and friends,
That the grant was his, and he would soon attend.
But some other flunky was granted that deed
And little Ted Giesel’s parents were not very pleased.
Now, to save face, Ted’s father scraped up a lot,
To send him to that College of aforementioned thought.
Oxford was tough, and for Ted it was tougher,
Because he wasn’t quite made of the roughest stuff stuffer.
He spent most of his classes doodling men with strange hats,
Elephants and birds, and even a rat.
One day, while doodling, making a cow with wide wings;
From behind, he heard a sentence that had bearing on a great many things.
“That’s a very nice flying cow.” A girl whispered.
And that was all that it took for Ted Giesel to become twistered.
She liked it, she did. Someone liked his strange art!
Good gracious, how that thought warmed his heart.
Little Ted Giesel grinned, then he chuckled and twirled,
Oh how that one sentence threatened to change his whole world!
After that fateful, wondrous class,
Ted up and left to start some new tracks.
Tracks that would take him to far beyond the unknown,
And make him the best children’s author ever to be known!
He started Ted Giesel, a strange oddity if I ever knew one,
But ended, Dr. Seuss, the greatest man in the nation.
TA DA!!! :D I really loved writing that. Guess what's even cooler? I got pictures, and made this poem into a book. It was pretty fantastic.
Succeed at everything you do!
~E.K.M.
