Wednesday, March 02, 2016

Dr Seuss Day Poem

A gift from we and us to you.
This Special Day to love.
To honor Dr Seuss today,
And creatures his above...

Mark and The Mews
 -------------------------

Horton At The Plate


With Apologies to Ernest Lawrence Thayer and Dr Seuss



The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Whoville nine that day:
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when The Zax died at first, and The Once-ler did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

The Zax
The Lorax - Once-ler
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, “If only Horton could but get a whack at that—
We’d put up even money now, with Horton at the bat.”
Horton the Elephant
But Cindy preceded Casey, as did also Sam-I-Am,
And the former was a choker, while the latter was a sham;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Horton getting to the bat.
Cindy Lou Who

But Cindy let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Sam-I-Am, the much despis├Ęd, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Sam-I-Am safe at second and Cindy a-hugging third.
Sam-I-Am
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Horton, mighty Horton, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Horton’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Horton’s bearing and a smile lit Horton’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ‘twas Horton at the bat.
Horton the Elephant
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his
     shirt;
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Horton’s eye, a sneer curled Horton’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the
     air,
And Horton stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—
“That ain’t my style," said Horton. “Strike one!” the umpire said.
Horton the Elephant
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled
     roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted someone on the stand;
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Horton raised his
     hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Horton’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Horton still ignored it and the umpire said, “Strike two!”
Horton the Elephant
“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered
     “Fraud!”
But one scornful look from Horton and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles
     strain,
And they knew that Horton wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer is gone from Horton’s lip, his trunk is clenched in hate,
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Horton’s blow.
Horton the Elephant
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children
     shout,
But there is no joy in Whoville—mighty Horton has struck out.

But wait, the catcher drops the ball; Horton thunders down the line.
He’s safe on 1st, the fans erupt in fantabbaness divine,
The game continues, who’s up next the the roaring crowds inquire.
What hero comes to save the day since Horton's bat turned liar?
Horton the Elephant
It’s Cat-In-Hat, Thing One and Two atop his shaking shoulders,
The pitcher throws again as if it was a mighty boulder.
A spin, a twist, a  looperlope.
The wily cat says "nope".
The Cat in the Hat (character)
Cat makes not the slightest twitch
But finally seeing the 2nd pitch.
Merelyemoves his hat and strikes the ball.
Its safe and its a double, and the Cat gives out a call.

Horton charges 2nd and rounds the bag to 3rd.
And when the dust is settled, the fans flags all unfurled
Horton sits on 3rd, and the Cat is clawing 2nd,  
Thing One and Two are holding 1st and waving arms and pennants.
Thing One and Thing Two
And up comes Lorax, meager Lorax, who’s thought is all for trees.  
Stands upon the field and pauses, giving just a wheeze.
Yet takes a bat and in his hand apologizes to it.  
Give yet one measure left to you, you bat, and cause a hit.
The Lorax (Character)
It was no power swing he took, no drive  with cover peeled,
The gentle touch of bat and ball went softly to infield.
The throw to 1st went Seussly wide as all such throws must do,
And Lorax landed there on 1st as pretty as a gnu.
The Lorax (Character)
Meanwhile Horton, seeing he could roam,
Charged down the path toward home.
A-trumpeting his hopes in line
While making his best lumbering time.
Horton the Elephant
Oh there is some joy in Whoville, and the fans took an embrace
As the umpire took a mighty breath and shouted, Horton’s SAFE!