My Brother Made a Little Skit

My brother made a little skit

of Dr. Suess throwing a fit

how he doesn't like supper-not one little bit

and as much as you shout, he won't eat it!

not that way

and not today

not at play

and not with clay

not on a tray

not if you pay

and not even on his birthday!

no, he will not stay

he will not eat

the wheat or meat

or bleeding beet

not in his seat

or on the street

not in the heat

or with a treat

he will not eat!

he will not eat!

you can bleat

but he will not eat

not tomatoes

and not potatoes

not in tornadoes

or volcanoes

not with mosquitoes

or in tuxedos

he will not eat

you know his mottos

not in a cone

not on a bone

not if you moan

not if you groan

say, he will not eat

he will not eat

haven't you known?

and so my brother played the skit

with Dr. Suess's rhyme and wit

until my mother got a stick

and yelled red-faced that she will hit

and so my brother had to sit

and eat his plate every last bit!

he tried to sneak he tried to spit

but stopped at the sight of my mother's stick

he ate and ate

whatever on his plate

at a very slow rate

and long long wait

and then with typical boyish wit

he sadly had to admit

he liked it! he liked it!

every last bit!