My hero is, and always shall be the indefinable Dr. Seus. There, I admitted it. The venerable “smarty cat” turns 107 on Wednesday, if you can believe it. Seussville has already announced a plethora of activities aimed at celebrating our multi-colored, and faceted friend too. My only question is; “When are my fans going to create Sheepville? Okay, I cannot help but be jealous.
I know, you are picturing the sheep here looking up at those grapes and muttering; “They must be sour, or else I would have already devoured, but sour – sour – they are, it’s true.” Yeah, yeah, I am no Dr. Seuss cat – okay? Any who, 1o7 years ago this really smart guy (or wise guy) named Theodor Seuss Geisel, took to writing and creating cartoons for what came to be the Dr. Seuss children’s books we all know.
Just how Geisel figured he could transform himself into a wise cracking, poem spitting cat? Well, it was anyone’s guess back then, but he did it.
The rest is history, or so they say. 44 kids volumes since, under various pen names, and if you ever wondered what anapestic tetrameter is, just mull over that fancy cat’s jibberish – the type of verse used to enthrall all those millions no less.
“Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.”
Meaning what he said, and always saying what he means, Dr. Seuss rambles on still. I did say he is my hero, didn’t I? But I just wish there were room for a rymeing sheep in the annals of kids literature. The closest thing we have is Shari Lewis and Lambchop. Maybe I will just take Seuss’ advice and be me? Stay tuned for more of on Seussville’s celebrations this week. For good PR strategy I hope the cupcakes are not green – yuk!