A thank-you poem to my mother, who had gifted April and me with two clocks.
Thank you so much for the box with the clocks!
Were grateful indeed for the ticks and the tocks.
Theyll rouse us from bed (though well let out some squawks);
Well put on a robe and a pair of Reeboks®,
Then well trundle to breakfast for bagels & lox
(Which we might eat up cold, or might heat up in woks).
The clock with the ceiling light knocks off our socks,
And the pianos as good as the gold in Fort Knox.
The tune thats by Beethoven (not Bachs or Blochs)
Is it played by a client of Mr. Huroks?
This poems been written by two rhyming jocks:
A committee of poets appointed ad hoc(s). <--poetic license
Its styles intended to closely approx-
Imate one of our countrys most revered docs,
Whose birthdays today! Noits not Dr. Spocks,
But Seusss (he of the socks on a fox)!