I am sure Dr. Suess needs no introduction!
Last week we were privileged to view for our pleasure
Many of Dr. Suess's prints, at our leisure.
We travelled by car - a short expedition,
To Woodville, to see this great exhibition.
We would be very sorry and silly to miss!
Enough of that! The exhibition was fun to visit, rather like looking at giant pages out of Dr. Suess's books hanging on the wall. There were also what he calls "unconventional taxidermy" - sculptures of some of the strange creatures he invented.
Along with the exhibition the local library is running a poetry competition. here are the girls' entries:
Skandagupta Clovis is a funny sort of man,
He went with Marco Polo, to see a far-off land.
He travelled with Mansa Musa, to Mecca and back again,
For he was indeed in charge of all the great king's men.
He helped William Caxton write his book of chess,
In the Wars of theRoses, he fought with the rest.
Oh Magellan's ship he sailed, to discover India at last!
He was one of the lookouts, high up on the mast.
Then he settled down in Brazil, where he works at a mill,
And he lives there happily still.
Dixie Cook was a cook.
Dixie Cook was a rook.
Dixie Cook was a rook who could cook.
Dixie Cook cooked for the King.
Thrice every day the King would ring
A bell for his favourite snack.
Herb-sprinkled, sun-dried, smoked lamb rack.
He ate it for breakfast, for dinner and tea.
In the morning, at night, whenever, really.
At last Dixie Cook made a decision.
“Lamb rack, O King, is bad for your vision.
Why not eat something different instead?”
The King was having breakfast in bed.
He threw back the bed-clothes.
“Certainly, Cook! You are a very intelligent rook.
Make a new dish in time for my dinner!”
Dixie set to work. It had to be a winner.
She mixed up a pie made of beef and cheese.
Lettuce and breadcrumbs and lemon and peas.
The King ate the pie. He let out a sneeze.
“Dixie Cook! This won’t do! Disgusting! Please
Cook something different without any cheese.”
Dixie Cook mixed a soup, with vegetables and meat.
She tasted it. It was tangy and sweet.
The King sipped the soup. His face went green.
“Horrible! Awful! Disgusting! How mean!
You meant to poison your King and your Queen!
Guards, take Dixie away! You’ll stay in prison
For a year and a day!”
Poor Dixie. In prison, she thought very hard,
Then sent the King an apology card.
The King sent one back to Dixie Cook,
It read, “To Criminal Rook Dixie Cook,
You’ll be freed if you can do as I say.
You have a whole year and one day.
Think of a dish that I would like.
Call it Super Extreme Delight.
Cook it and send it to me,
And I will eat it for afternoon tea.
Dixie Cook was a brilliant rook,
So she thought for a year, very hard,
Then sent the King the dish and a card.
The King ate the dish, “Fantastic!” he cried.
“It’s super! It’s brilliant! It can’t be denied!
Guards, release Dixie cook. She’s a very clever rook!”
He rewarded her with a golden crown.
She became the Head Cook in the town.
Many years later, the King still likes
Eating the Super Extreme Delight.
But once when he rang for his favourite snack –
“If you don’t mind, can I have some lamb rack?”