Serving the High Plains

A poem in defense of Dr. Seuss

When I look in the mirror, I do not do a jig.

A thin face with wrinkles, a nose that’s too big.

Ears that stick out like a wind-powered rig

If I couldn’t laugh, I’d wind up in the brig.

If Theo “Seuss” Geisel drew me, it is sure,

The likeness would b...