In honor of the late Dr. Seuss's birthday and the final entry in my friend Kay's blog, "The End"

Do you know of a lady who calls her-self Kay?
Do you know of the mission she's called for to-day?
She's called for a mission to honor the Seuss.
To honor the wonderful male Mother Goose.

To the ends of the earth her comission was sent.
Through the hands of the earthlings, from missus to gent.
It went to the keepers of quarries and frogs.
It went to the writers of stories and blogs.

When the keepers of quarries examined the call,
When they'd studied the words from the large to the small,
They had to proclaim, "this just isn't for us."
"The only skill we have with words is to cuss."

So the keepers of frogs took a look at the job.
With a fervor they studied the job as a mob.
But to their dismay they just could not create,
A single last paragraph, sentence or phrase.

It was then that the writers of stories arrived,
With their pens and their paper and heroes contrived.
They set forth to write a short story to show,
To show that they know how a story should flow.

"In a far away land," they began their brief tale.
"From a long time a-go," their brave hero set sail.
He battled large dragons and saved a fair lass,
He traipsed and he traveled and talked to an ass.

Before anyone knew what had just taken place,
The short story had grown at a quite daunting pace.
The number of pages continued to rise,
Surpassing five-hundred and seventy-five.

When they finished the rough draft they set out to see,
How much time it would take them to edit the beast.
But editing quickly was not possible;
With typos and plot holes the story was full.

Now the writers of stories all re'lized their goof.
So they packed up their bags and took off all aloof.
That left just the bloggers to tackle this task.
And bloggers are willing, you just have to ask.