It's Somewhere Past Midnight

It’s somewhere past midnight,

But I don’t know quite when

When the urge to start rhyming,

In my brain did begin

I fought the temptation,

With all of my might

I tried to sleep deep,

I fought the good fight

However, I found myself,

Perched at the keys

I was rhyming away,

Sometimes on bended knees

I found I was caught,

In rhyming’s tight noose

I was starting to feel,

A bit like Dr. Suess

I was writing of students,

And teachers and books

Of dwendars and dweeners,

Of grindars and grooks

There were hoopers and heezers,

And mooks by the dozen

 I had mongos and meezers,

There were grooks and one grozen

I awoke with a jolt,

With this thought in my head

Suess would like all my poems,

That is, if he weren’t dead!