For Real Toads: nonsense

What a wonderful way
To start out my day
Of poetry-writing and dishes.
Thanks go to Laurie
And here is my story
Which doesn't contain any fishes. 
By definition, it doesn't have to make sense. It is nonsense, the word of the day offered by Laurie for the writers' group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.
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It took me a while to get used
To the books of the late Dr. Seuss.
It's true. I had never heard of him, or his books, or his crazy characters when, in my teens, I was babysitting for family friends, and their children asked me to read "Green Eggs and Ham." Well, my stomach curdled at the thought, and I wasn't comfortable with Dr. Seuss for years after that. I loved the title of "The Cat in the Hat" however, and eventually became a fan.
Meanwhile, I had always liked Lewis Carroll's "Jabberwocky" — especially the first two lines, with their infectious rhythm and ridiculous words.
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So, here we have it, my nonsense for the day, just as it proceeded from my brain to my fingers without being interrupted by anything like thought in between:
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HORSEFEATHERS

“What ho!” cried the hog

As he rode on his log

Through the fiery blog

And the beansprouts.

“What ho, indeed,”

Said a fiery steed

Who had made the blog bleed

In the first place.

“But I am in first place,”

An old soldier yelled,

“And you are in second and threed!”

“But when I catch up

“You will be ketchup,”

Called out the hot dog who'd treed

A series of skunks

Which had run up the trunks

And now could scarcely be seed

Through the leaves of the sorrel,

And, therefore, the moral

Of this whole sorry story is speed.


Also linking to Writers' Weekend Retreat over at Grandma's Goulash.