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a Hallowe'en Poem by me
The Cat sans His Hat
The Cat sans his hat
its often been said
on Hallowe'en night
comes back from the dead.
He hunts all the graveyards
with haunting refrain,
"Someone's stolen my hat
thus most of my name!"
He harasses the Whos,
the Smeeches with stars,
the Smeeches without
and Foxes in cars.
None here are safe.
Not Red Fish nor Blue.
Not Horton the Elephant.
Not poor Cindy Loo!
He hounds the old Lorax
and sad Sam-I-am
(died of Salmonella
eating green eggs and ham)
"What's that over there?
Its the rascally Things!"
(They don't have his hat
just a kite and some string)
Thing One's eating Two
and dribbling with glee.
Thing Two smiles and says,
"Hey that's all right by me!"
"They don't have my hat!"
Cat stamps with a shout.
"But its got to be here,
I haven't a doubt!"
Deep in his tomb
where Cat hasn't seen
clutching a hat
gone moldy and green
is old Dr. Seuss
chuckling with glee,
"It was my hat first!
He stole it from me!"
So the Cat Sans his Hat
the people all say
will haunt Hallowed Eves
Forever... plus one day.
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