Weird and exciting news. Accompanied by Bryan McLean on guitar I’m going to be reading Dr Seuss books at the People’s Poetry Festival this weekend.
Seuss Slam
Saturday August 20
In front of the Plaza Theatre
1133 Kensington Rd. NW
2:00pm – 3:00pm
It’s going to be Very Silly and have some audience participation elements – so if you can come out and help show people how to be silly (sadly we often forget!) I’d really appreciate the support! Plus this is my first poetry reading ever – so would be great to see some familiar faces in the crowd.
Now to get things started (the Seussing and the Silly-ing) a Seuss styled silly poem (please add your own!):
Michael Mass was flatulent
His bum said things he hadn’t meant.
And once from school he had been sent
’cause a blast so fast
his pants
had rent.
Michael Mass was full of gas,
this often made him glum.
But to his friends, his gas: a blast,
and thought him lots of fun!
The lesson here, my little dears,
(if you’ll listen close with both your ears)
those things about you you most detest,
may be the thing folks like the best.
So take the lead from gassy Mike
your least liking likers…
learn also to like.
Valerie Roney 
That’s a tough one to top up Sista!…. Here we go……
Zoe on the couch looking sillily at the birds across the tree
Why O why do you perch yourselves so high on this natural structure
I’m as high as can be here looking at you in glee
But must say I’m intrigued, and picture myself up there in the near future
Don’t be silly replies MoeMoe. Trees are not place for us
and are far less comfortable than this blanket on the couch
But intrigued she was and dashed through the door in front of us
The birds were singing, the sky was blue, the sun would be warmer
on that tall branch way up there and so much higher
than MoeMoe could go with his big pouch
So up she went, higher and higher not looking down one bit
then realized how distant Mommy’s voice was all of a sudden
And that is when she stopped and decided to sit
Calling Mommy to rescue her and wondering why she was so driven
Moe was right. The blanket was more comfy.
and Now Mommy had to climb a tree
for the highest tree in the street
in no place for a pussy cat like me…….
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So, my dear brave literati. How was the Seuss slam? Sufficiently silly?
My 25 month old niece has grasped the essence of fart jokes. She can make her own, now. Isn’t that highly sophisticated? Not to mention a lifelong skill.
xoxo
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