I'm pretty certain Theodore "Dr. Seuss" Geisel's poetry is every bit as important as that banker T.S. Eliot's, oven-lover Sylvia Plath's or anyone in the latest edition of the New Yorker. Check out the wonderfully inventive, smile-inducing lines to this Dr. Suess gem:
You're the king of sinful sots / Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots / Mr. Grinch / You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
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