This is a birthday poem,
A poem just for you!
The indelible, incredible
immeasurable Dr. Seuss!
You brought us the Sneetches,
And Marvin K. Mooney,
The Grinch, and his
Fingers that look so damn pruny.
I wish that I’d known you
‘Cause nobody knows it-
Your brain was almost as
fucked up as my own is!
You wrote ’bout seven
naked Lady Godivas,
A book that, no matter how hard I look
I can’t find it.
I’m sure if alive you still were,
a collaboration by us would win us an Oscar.
But since you are dead,
there’s just one thing to do-
I’ll win my own Oscar
and dedicate it to you!
You’d be older than
Any hot guy that I crush on, but since you were brilliant,
I’d still give you a blowjob!
And so, Leo Giesel, I must now depart,
But you must know you’re always deep in my heart.
XOXO
Sparklebumpsthebookwhore 