Just try to come up with a rhyme for Critical Race Theory ...
... I mean, seriously, just try. No wonder these goobers hate Seuss ...
Challenge accepted. As a Seussian fan, I took the liberty of finishing it for you.
That was then,
This is now,
If you’re white,
They’ll have a cow,
Social Justice they do cry,
But it’s slavery by and by,
Color blind is not the goal,
Look at skin and not the soul,
If you think this poem stinks,
Just sit back and take a think
For government fear is a political based query
On how to change hate into Critical Race Theory
Or freedom of speech into cancellation
To turn the Constitution into our own damnation
Why won’t we defend rights so many have died
On beaches and plains to see it survived.
Because to take a stand is so very tough
We have met the enemy and he is us!
Nice.
Also, are you familiar with The Private Eyes, a 1980 film with Don Knotts and Tim Conway?
A much loved by me trope from that movie is the poet who just can’t quite finish a poem ... except of course for the one about Hilga, as follows...
Hilga is dead and this you must note:
You can’t bury her at sea because her bosoms will float.
Brilliant