Never had money. But ever had balloons.
Dr. Seuss, Dr. Seuss, have you any wool?
Yes Sir, yes Sir, three bags full.
One for my jelly, and one for my jam
And one for the Subway Sam who won’t eat no ham.
Do you know what I’m trying to say here? You don’t? Good. Because if you do, you would be as crazy as I am. This is my crazy day. I feel like writing crazy verse. Crazy song. Crazy verse turned into crazy song.
Crazy, crazy, crazy song.
Join me. Together, we can celebrate this crazy day.
In fact, Dr. Seuss inspired me this evening. I owe this entire post to him. And friends who love him and quote him. Dr. Seuss made my day. I’m sure, it made theirs too.
Where did that jam and jelly thing come from? A friend posted on Facebook:
Tan I Am — I ain’t no yam.
If you like Jelly, you’ll LOVE my Jam!
Tan is IN! It’s HIP to be
This Tan if you’ve got a Big Belt Buckle like ME!
Immediately, it inspired me to react with something (well-wishers insist that I do not react) — as if in an electrical chain bulb. The Facebook’er was talking about color and asking us what color were we feeling today? One person said, tan. I felt like I was, like, olive — you know, North Indians sorta wear an olive tinge on their skin? Never heard of it? Good…now you did.
Isn’t that cool?
So, I wrote back (with Dr. Seuss the crazy inspiration in mind):
Olive me — I chuckle
O’ leave me — I buckle
Crazy rhyme or reason
Red ‘n Blue — or treason
Sweet ‘n sour dough
E-motion high or low.
Not bad…eh? Tell me about it! Even my friend who started the what-color-do-you-feel-like today was impressed. And she was so impressed, she pulled out another piece of crazy verse from her third floor attic. Now, that’s super cool!
She wrote:
Olive me. – Why not take Olive me.
Can’t you see, – I’m just Drab without you
Take brown pants, – I want to lose them
Khaki too, – I’ll never use them.
Your good-bye – leaving with Swarthy sighs
…
How can I – get bronzed now without you?
You took the part- that once was my heart.
So why not – why not take Olive me!
You took the part- that once was my heart.
So why not – why not take Olive me!
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One fish. two fisher. three fishest. so?
Very, very nice. That verse is nice and crazy. The rhyme is nice and crazy. The rhythm, the beat — that you can easily turn into a crazy song with some serious heat — is nice and crazy. Dr. Seuss is having a field day.
So many rhymes, so many hard-hitting words. So many songs could’ve been with those words. So many rhythms, so many beats. So many starlit nights would make so much treats. One, two, three…and go…two, three, and four. One, two, three, four…you go…two-three-four-five-six. Get it? Now try again.
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1, 2, 3
go
go
2, 3 and 4
then
1, 2, 3, 4
go
2, 3, 4, 5, 6
then
5, 6, 7, 8, 9
ya know
simply super fine!
simply super fine!
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What color are you baby?
What color you in?
What color you in?
Olive, tan or green?
Red or blue — or treason
(Sure ya got a grin — right?
Sure ya got a grin.)
(Sure ya got a grin — right?
Sure ya got a grin.)
Life is but a dream
They said
But life’s like ice cream
You hold it on and lick it up
When fullest, sexy brim.
They said
But life’s like ice cream
You hold it on and lick it up
When fullest, sexy brim.
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“The King’s aunt plays cricket, with a squash from the thicket.” Bengali poet of fun Sukumar Ray, father of Satyajit Ray, was perhaps our Dr. Seuss (if not Lewis Carroll).
E-motion high or low. Couldn’t make’em think. They refused to think. Friends punched a blow.
Face, book or slow
You could make it fun
You could make it fun
You could wait or run
You could dabble ‘n draw
You could rabble ‘n raw
Idea sin or crazy
Idea sin or crazy
Super-clean or hazy
Idio-syn-n-crasie
Pick it up and run
Like juicy Seuss had done.
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“Look at me!
Look at me!
Look at me NOW!
It is fun to have fun
But you have
to know how.”
Look at me!
Look at me NOW!
It is fun to have fun
But you have
to know how.”
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WOW. You just made my day, old man. Thank you.
Or, really, it’s Floccinaucinihilipilification. In fact, it’s more like Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
Try it.
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Sincerely, Funnily Writing,
Partha
Brookyn, New York
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Everybody doin’ the same doin’ the same fun. But at least they are trickin’ … at least they got no gun.
Thing one, or thing two,
my color is blue.
In response to you,
I reveal my own WHO.
My husband’s is SPICECAKE,
not bland like a rice cake.
Now it’s supper he’s cooking;
That color’s good looking!
But wait: Burnt Sienna!
Let’s go to Vienna!
A ruckus we’ll raise,
As we paint the town MAIZE!
Meet my favorite, Brick Red.
Give me red till I’m dead.
Now we’re off in a twinkle,
Feeling all Periwinkle!
Thanks so much for your comments, and also the fun-filled piece. I hope you and I and them and so — all notice 🙂
Thanks, Partha, for posting a fun and creative challenge.
We can also have some fun and fro. Let me know: we’ll arrange.