Light Verse by Hieronymous Corey,
“Dr. Seuss for Seniors”
HEAR YE. HEAR YE. HERE WE
PROPOSE TO POSIT PROSE POETRY
FORMING FORMS OF CONTINUOUS CONNECTIVITY
TO COMMUNICATE CONSIDERABLE
SIMPLY PUT, WE POSE THIS WHERE
PROSE POETRY IS WHAT YOU’LL HEAR
WHEN WONDERING WHERE THE TIME WENT
WHILE READING SUCH RHYME WONDERMENTS AS OFT WE’VE WROUGHT, AND REVEALED THUSLY
EACH WHIT OF WIT WRITTEN HIERONYMOUSLY.
I write as an experiment,
just wondering where care is sent
when someone cares enough to cast
their cares away like this, the last
and final time a rhyme I write
will grace this space amidst these bright
and shining faces, Noms du plum,
wits with promise in this room,
this group, this troupe of bon vivants
and ne'er do wells, who spell their taunts
and praise to raise the banner high
for those who'd write, or even try
to say something; use care-filled words
to make their sounds profoundly heard;
who'd pass along their songs and thought
to where such songs and thoughts are sought.
I'm running out of time and space,
so carefully I leave this place
to you who would continue on
with words, after mine are long gone.
I have this theory. It's not actually my theory.
Group theory, and the classification of finite simple groups, is the result of a group effort, but I can use it whenever I want just like it's my own theory, which is why I said I have this theory. It could just as well be your theory too.