So here’s an experiment, in case we ever get as established as Dr. Seuss in kiddy lit: Let’s write a rhyming kiddy book exposing fake moral equivalencies in the Palestinial/Israeli conflict. Heheheh.
Mother UN had two bad sons who constantly were fighting
The first bad son had a garden plot where oranges grew and flowers, too
The second one would cry “No fair! He stole from me!” to Mother UN
And threw rocks and stones at the first bad son, who bled from his head.
He’d work that plot, whether stolen or not, though Mother UN would scold and fume
While the flowers bloomed, and the oranges ripened into gold.
Someone continue, please
I can’t continue the poem but observations on Dr. Seuss -— he was wonderful. And I loved the drawings.
Children’s books need striking characters, plain and straightforward charcter types.
The greedy one, the reasonable one and so on.
And kids love animals.
I’m having trouble catching the meter ... the rhythm escapes me, but then I’m not a poet.