Seuss Saves the Night (edit 3)

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Seuss Saves the Night

With no jacket, toothbrush or teddy
he's dropped off at bedtime so Dad can party.
He runs back to the door, "Noooo".

His Grands hush, cajole, conspire their way to calm.
With a sidelong glance at the I-Pad he says
"Green Eggs and Ham," and out leaps Sam.

"Sam I am." A flick turns the page,
the story now bedazzled with each word repeated
as many times as a young finger can click.

Sam still fights, tastes, then likes the unknown.
In makeshift pajamas fashioned from old Capris,
giggles break through sleepover tears.

Edit #2 (billy, erthona)

Seuss Saves the Night

The boy's dropped at Grandpa's so Dad can party.
With no jacket, toothbrush or teddy
he runs back to the door, "Noooo".

They hush, cajole, conspire their way to calm.
With a sidelong glance at the I-Pad he says
"I like Green Eggs and Ham," and out leaps Sam.

"Sam I am." A flick turns the page, each word repeated
as many times as a young finger can click.
Sam still tastes the unknown; both grin when he likes it.

In makeshift pajamas fashioned
from drawstring Capris his aunt left behind,
giggles break through sleepover tears.


edit one (Jeremy and Loretta Young, first_high)

Grands Do Seuss

Upset by an abrupt bedtime drop-off,
finally finished with "But, I want Dad"
he sneaks a sidelong glance at the I-Pad.
"What percent do you have? I like Green Eggs and Ham."
We consider the choices: Read to me, read it myself, auto-play.

Out leaps Sam. "I am Sam, Sam I am."
A flick turns the page, each word repeated
as many times as a young finger can click.
Sam still tries the unknown; we still grin when he likes it.

In makeshift pajamas fashioned
from drawstring Capris his aunt left behind,
giggles break through sleepover tears.


Original:

Good Medicine Stands the Test of Time

Upset by an unplanned
bedtime drop-off, with a sidelong glance
he asks "What percent do you have?
Is it forty?" "Let's see, seventy-two, go ahead."
We consider the choices:
Read to me, read it myself, auto-play.

Out he leaps, my old friend Sam.
"I am Sam, Sam I am."
Five clicks on one spot say Sam, Sam, Sam,
Sam, Sam; ten taps shout Ham Ham Ham,
Ham Ham Ham, Ham, Ham Ham Ham.
Even on retina display, Sam still tries the unknown;
we still grin when he likes it.

In makeshift pajamas fashioned
from drawstring Capris his aunt left behind,
giggles break through sleepover tears.
Thank you, Dr. Seuss.