It seemed like a cute idea when I came up with it… a little bit of harmless, silly fun. To spend a whole day with my blog friends where we had to do all of our comments in poetry form. What could possibly go wrong?
But, like most of my ideas, I didn’t really think it through very well. I didn’t consider the fact that doing even a fun thing for 17 hours can start to wear on your nerves a little. And I didn’t plan for it to be quite so successful. I think, if you add up all the rhyming comments spread over not only the post where I suggested Dr. Seuss day, but on the ‘What’s your line’ posts as well, it adds up to well over a thousand comments. For those of you that were here for the whole thing, if you were wondering why I was getting a little batty by the end of the day, please remember that for every little poem you sent me, I was getting dozens of other poems. Even when I wasn’t sitting at the keyboard, I had rhyming words bouncing around in my cranium. The crack squirrels were going nuts… Ha!
On top of that, I wasn’t prepared for the content. If Dr. Seuss can read these from the great beyond, I doubt he will be thrilled with my little tribute. Things got out of hand. It was like a party that took on a life of its own, and now I am left with a huge mess to clean up and the vague feeling that I most likely embarrassed myself in some horrible way, but I can’t remember what I did.
And like any crazy party that gets out of hand, it is the unexpected visitors that can really screw things up. And we had some party crashers that were very unSeussy indeed. Flaming beavers, misbehaving nuns, poop flinging monkeys, dressed-up human naughty parts and Satan himself… no wonder the crack squirrels that normally inhabit my brain were out of control. And somehow, Dr. Seuss’s beloved Cat in the Hat became obsessively preoccupied with bodily functions. (Sorry about the hat, Doc.).
If you weren’t here for the party, you can still go back and read the comments in all the poetry posts below. It should be obvious which ones were part of the event. What will not be obvious is the order they showed up in and how they tie together with other ones that came before them. Consider it an exercise in archeology… you dig through the piles of bones at the site of some ancient natural disaster and try to piece together what happened. And maybe, if you are lucky, you can put together one T-Rex skeleton.
Now, join me tomorrow for: Let’s all type backwards day!!!
Pouring My Art Out 
Happy to just sit back and watch this one from the sidelines.
though lately, I seem to get involved less and less…
And the world feels you pulling away and we let out a collective, mournful howl of longing…
Darn…sorry I couldn’t make it, it sounds like it was a blast… with body parts all over the place ;-). Just as soon as get a a breather, I’ll try to go to the digs…should be very uplifting…that is if you haven’t cleared out the booby traps,
There are still a few boobies trapped down there… uh… I mean… ummm…
I guess I should have expected that…mmm
I guess so…
Sorry I couldn’t join in. Traveling with spotty internet service limited my participation in Blog Land activities!!! Sounds very successful!
Like D-Day was successful. Big mess, lots of collateral damage and body parts strewn around.
Ahhhh! Sounds like missed something quite impressive.
The remains are still there for all to see.
You created a monster. Well done.
You helped. And then fed it raw meat and poked it with a stick.
Don’t even ask what the meat was…
I wasn’t going to, but now I want to.
LOL!!! to funny!! i haven’t started digging through the rubble of bones yet.
Wear a hazmat suit.
GAH!!! I MISSED IT!!!
Stoopid job.
It is all there… in a big burning pile of evil.
It was fun, but I can totally understand the outcome from your perspective. Yet, here you are inviting the loons to invade your life again, only this time…backwards! Good luck with that one…if nothing else…it’ll be slower than the Dr. Seuss-a-thon.
I am hoping that people realize that I was just kidding about the backwards thing.
?yllaer uoy erew
Oh lord… just shoot me now…
gniddik tsuj
enod dna eno
hguorht dna owt ro
esimorp
hgis
Your stats must have gone through the roof on this!
Not a record number of hits… I think I scared away all but the hardcore…
I follow a blogger named named Art
Whose lunacy sets him apart.
So turning him loose
To play Dr. Seuss
Was dangerous right from the start.
(but fun!) 😉
ahhhhhh… when will the madness end… but that was cute and sweet… the way I pictured the whole day going…
Well, apparently, Stuck says nothing. But it’s probably safer that way.
I was wondering about that…
Note for next time or now think ahead! daeha kniht won ro emit txen rof etoN
Please don’t listen to me anymore… ever… reve…
?taht saw tahw
hgis
ah
ha
I’m still reading comments in a rhyming voice. You’ve wrecked my brain
I wrecked my life…
You are a lunatic! Did you used to try to walk backwards when you were a little kid or close your eyes so you couldn’t see where you were going? Not so much different from being a grown-up… .
No… I walk sideways… like a crab…
hahahahahaha! No doubt!
WwWwWwWwW
hahahahaha!
Those were waves… full of crabs and Chinese junk… uh… junks…
You’re just figuring out that he’s a lunatic?? lol
I found out I am not the head lunatic in this asylum yesterday.
?noitacilpmi eht s’tahw
pots ti
? yhw
esaelp
k
I’m a grown man, and I still walk backwards sometimes. It’s actually easier to walk uphill when you are walking backwards. You should try it.
I walk sideways like a crab.