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|This is another tribute to the excellent children's poet and author, Dr. Seuss, aka Theodore Seuss Leosig. It is based on his poem/picture book Oh! The Places You'll Go! And as closely as possible follows the rhythm and rhymes of it. If you compare the two you'll find it's very close to the original's rhyme and rhythm. Enjoy! *a snoo is a creature i made up for the purposes of the poem, much like a mouse, but blue and with a shorter ears, it sneezes a lot, because of its proximity to the dusty ground, to which it is ironically allergic.||
Oh! The Creatures You’ll See!
Time to get on your way
You’re off on a quest
It’s time, now, away!
You have a sword by your side
And some riddling clues
A trusty stout steed
And brand new mail shoes
You’ll start on your own, meet others as you go
Some to help you along, some you won’t want to know.
You’ll come to the crossroads, which way do you dare?
Choose wisely, young knight, now, choose with great care.
Steer your horse down the path, give a kick with your feet,
And be wary and wise, lest it’s danger you meet
You’ll feel safe for now,
As you head out of town
But your quest is just starting
It may bring you renown
Out among wide open air
As its wind blows your hair
Out, now, you’re questing,
And for now it’s just you,
But soon there’ll be others
It’ll be you, and them too.
As you go, maybe you will meet elves,
Or dwarves, or dragons, or maybe a snoo
A snoo isn’t scary
It’s more scared of you
THE CREATURES YOU”LL SEE!
Some will join you in sup
While others start fights
There’ll be some scared of fires
Some soar from the heights
You can beat them, you’ll find, just take heed
As onward and outward you quest on your stead
Wherever you go, with pride, show your crest
It’s what marks you among the best of the best
Though sometimes you don’t
Want to go on, give up you won’t
It’s just getting started
You know that that it’s true
This quest is a grand one
And it starts out with you
You may get caught up
And shot down from your perch
And captured and quartered
And be left in a lurch
You’ll escape from the lurch
And come out of the slump
And the chances are then,
You’ll be left with a bump
And a bruise to go with the bump
But your days are not done
You’ll go on and fight
For there’s wars to be won
You’ll meet up with monsters, some who’ve carked
A hunter may hunt you, in that case, you’re marked.
Companions may help you, and become your kin
They may help you fight, and may help you win
Pixies and centaurs, and dwarves drinking gin!
Your enemies will chase you, all through the night
Ogres and orcs and trolls you will fight
Keep your wits about you, keep a clear mind
They come from in front, and some from behind
It’ll be hard to find courage, but courage you’ll find
You may get abused
Mud thrown at your face
As you fight for your life, for the good of your race
And swing your broad sword at a bone grinding pace
You’ll get scars and bruises all over the place
Including your face.
Your enemy’s waiting
Waiting for a feign, o’ ho!
So they can reign and so you can go
Or you to fail, but don’t feign, no!
Metal will ring, you know what you know
Be brave and be limber and down your won’t go
You may feel afraid, don’t give, oh no
For your enemy’s waiting
Waiting to see if you will fight
They have you now, in plain daylight
Their marksmen have you in their sight
They’ll wait and watch for you to break
Send goblins and ghoulies to make you quake
They’ll wait around for the perfect chance
To claim your life, and victory dance
Just watching and waiting
Hear the hullabaloo!
Of their trumpets of war
All the while horses neighing
The bad guys are out there
And ready for slaying
All the while slowly trapping
You, as they march on the sly
Their banners and arrows up in the sky
Marching and taunting you with their cry
Oh! The creatures you’ll see! There’s a war to be won
There’s a fight, and a flurry, and you may need to run
There may be some magic, you may go to a ball
You may meet a giant, who’s a hundred feet tall
Dames! Oh yes you’ll meet them, you’ll see
They wait in their castles hoping to be free
Except when they don’t
Because some, they just won’t
They’ll be along for the ride
Standing beside you
Helping you fight
And kicking butt too
Be safe in your lot
Take risks and do something
But be careful to trot
And when you’re alone, in dire circumstance
Be cautious and mindful, but do take a chance
There are creatures out there that can kill you
They’ll main you and so on and so on
And on you will go
Through fair and through foul
On you will go
Where werewolves nay prowl
On you will go
Though your enemies howl
Onward and upward
You may pass a creek
And your bones may get sore
You may start to feel weak
On and on you will march
Until you’ve come very far
Far away from your home
You won’t know where you are
You’ll get muddled, and lost
As you already know,
Confused and downtrodden
As you hike through the snow
Keep watch as you step
Do so with great tact
Remember your friends
And that you’ll make it back
And never forget to be oh so deft
As you climb the big mountain and cross the wide cleft
And should you succeed,
And be praised for the deed
Be proud, you won, yes you did, yes indeed
YOU COMPLETED YOUR QUEST!
Be your name Daxly, or Hunther or Ray
Or Heironomous Ely Von Xander McKay
You’re off on adventures!
And off to beast slay!
There’s a world out there waiting
So, get on your way!
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