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in honor of the first national Poem in Your Pocket Day:
The last snow of the season was blowing,
Or maybe it was just dust.
Had yet to see a film at the new theater,
So it was going to be Saturday, or bust.
Nim's Island was sold out,
So we were in no hurry.
Dr. Seuss was our second choice,
Starting at three-thirty.
Now everyone knows the story,
Of when Horton hears a Who.
But when no one believed Horton,
He didn't know what to do.
The largest animal in the forest,
Protecting a speck of dust.
Though his friends all turned against him,
To guard it with his life he must.
They wanted to teach him a lesson,
And toss the speck into oil.
So they heated up the beezlenut juice,
And brought it to a boil.
The speck was saved of course,
When the quiet Who made a noise.
A kangaroo heard the sound,
And changed the cries to joys.
There's a moral here somewhere,
It wasn't wasted on me at all.
You can still cry at G movies,
And a "person's a person no matter how small."