It certainly is about time, for you to make a Fluther rhyme!

Dr. Suess, Dr. Suess?
Since I don’t know how to pronounce his name, his name, for this rhyme, is of no use.

First of all, it is Seuss, not Suess, and second of all, it is pronounced like ‘zoyce’ or [zɔ:ʏs], because it is a German name.

@ragingloli wow, thanks for a thoughtful and awesome contribution. There sure must have been a better solution but to ruin the mood of a light airy thread with a negative response off the top of your head.

Negative response? Dear Sir, I am merely trying to be helpful by offering my corrections in terms of spelling and pronunciation.
And to be certain to reinforce the undoubtedly positive nature of this post, I shall hereby append a smiley after the end of this sentence. :)

Fluther is full of jellies
Some prefer it to watching their tellies
It’s very addictive
Sometimes unpredictive
with no room for nervous nellies.

@ragingloli I think Seuss was his mother’s maiden name, but was part of his full name Theodore Seuss Geisel. I think he did pronounce it guy-zel (how an American pronounces guy, I don’t even know how to write that out? Guy like eye). Anyway, the little I know I assume that is the German pronounciation, while some Americans might see the name and say guee-zel. I was taught to pronounce the second vowel in a German name, unless otherswise corrected. I don’t know if that is really the true rule. So, I wonder how he himself pronounced Seuss? I find it bothersome all this time we might be pronouncing his name not as he preferred.

There’s a filter in my ‘puter
That makes all the jellies cuter

Even though I’m rarely here
My Fluther family’s always near

Hope I didn’t waste your time
I just popped in to drop a rhyme.

Roses are red
But that one ^ is blue?
This is confusing
For color blind moi

Roses are blue
But to bob_ they are grey

Hope everyone else
has a colorful day!

I giggled at google a gagillion time
I lurve Mother Fluther, even when it don’t rhyme.

A tiny rhyme, anapestic in meter
Tis a rough tune to play even with an egg beater!
No to Green Eggs and Ham
No to Internet spam
No to rhymes in meter, anapestic or not.
No to anything more, for that’s all I’ve got.

Fluther has jellies
that live in the tidepool
They ebb and flow
But most are cool
We’ve made friends
We’ve given advice
One thing is sure
Fluther is the cure
At no cost, no price

Oh, Fluther, how I love thee
Let me count the ways
In July I’ll have been here
One thousand eight hundred twenty days

That’s FIVE YEARS, ya’ hear?!?

The jellies made by Smuckers,
are loved by Flutherfuckers,
but whatever the brand,
refrigerate your jelly,
or it’ll get real smelly. :-)

One fluther two fluthers three fluthers four
who is knocking on the Mansion door?
One jelly is a little star
one goes whizzing past like a car
say what a lot of jellies there are.
One is fluthering in his bed
another one likes being fed
many don’t like what’s being said
while others search for an exciting thread.
Where do they come from I can’t say
but they have definitely come a long long way

The skies are gray, see the ocean’s rage
War cries storm this way, hauling a squishie’s rave
A dragon ship flies come May, crawling to its grave

Sword in hand and drink in soul
Aford’ cometh a band of shrinks heads full
Make up slang when fear takes hold, methinks
For whom the fucking bell tolls!

Wars are fought and banners praised
Till’ bones rot and legends made
The whole lot will come to fade

A stagnant sea, a mourning site, natures fed until they puked
The fragments will never see the morning light, squishies will be nuked

But not before, hear me then! despite this crippled hen
Shall squishies die without mend, without rippled water pure in which to fend
Their darkness and their hate, that fuckness shall meet its fate and then!

Thrive and live as squishies do,
A hive of hippies, flippitty squishies revived by morning dew, fuck Mountain Dew, squishies drink from the fountain of awesome, that they do!

Questions and answers floating always, squires and chieftains find their ways
Dragon ships are crazed, but strength and brain stays, saving the motherfucking days!

Love and hope and a future and all sorts of crap, you’d be a dope to fall for this trap
But the wit and care have shown, that the word writ and what you moan
That the wind has blown and sewn a map

To lovely squishies battle hardened,
Willing to help ye fight the most ardent
Of problems and…fuck.

All squishies one day shall die, but not before livin’ it up, aye!

Also, roses are red, violets are blue, I’d cross an ocean of fire to be with j00

I’ll come over on Saturday afternoon if it doesn’t rain.