That Crazy, Old Doctor

There've been times in my life
where I've just had to say,
"I must, give it all up,
for, it's that kind of day"!

I must, really say this
I really, just must;
if I didn't say it,
then, it wouldn't be, "just".

There's this crazy, old man
we'll just call him, "Doc";
who fills up blank pages
with, "poetical talk".

He's scribbled, and scrabbled
'til way, past bed-time,
trying to finish each poem
and, complete every rhyme.

If he hadn't done this
he'd surely gone, "mad",
his nonsensical nature
was, all that he had!

No hidden agenda
when first, he wrote down,
each poem of nonsense
to erase a childs' frown.

And, Doc always did this
manipulate, "clues"...
..so that , all of his poems
were merely geared, to amuse.

He loved to let nonsense
be the order of the day,
and, with every poem
we all smiled, the same way.

His only intention
was to set our minds, "free",
his style, just did it
so, poetically.

With his own tongue, in cheek
we knew, we'd been "had",
and, his poems rhymed, "perfect"
proving he was no, "fad".

The volumes of topics
that Doc's written of,
included all that could be
written.....below, and above.

He's written of magic,
puzzles, and games...
..with, strange little creatures,
with, strange little, "names".

The, crazier his story,
the saner he'd feel,
and, the more that we heard
convinced us they were, "real"!

His poems, were genius
as he weaved us, a tale;
with, nonsensical rhymes
that did so, without..."fail".

"Old Doc", has quit writing
he's up in heaven,
this year, his birthday'd ...
make him, a hundred, and seven!

He's given advice,
taught what we must do,
he said, "Be who you are...
..no-one's youer, than....you!"

He's maybe still writing
in, heaven....you see,
that'd be just like him
as, that's who he must, be!

That, silly old doctor...
..as silly, as a goose;
we all loved his poems,
and, we loved Dr. Seuss!