Blue Girls and Sam, a Seussian Tale

Sam Seuss was a penniless cook
At him, not a woman would look
He worked in a run-down dinette
Drove a moped, not a corvette

Until one afternoon
… under a morning moon

Into the joint walked quite the fox
With the longest flowing blond locks
While Sam deep-fried blooming courgette
Up to the counter, snuggled Smurfette

She said to Sam, slide me some ham
I may be blue, but I am true
Into my heart, dear Seuss, you will get
In trade for a green egg omelette

Not a fool will I be, said Sam
He fried her a sunny-side slam
He made it green with the zucchini
For desert there was white chocolate linguini

They left that derelict cooking shack
And not once, ever did Sam look back
They married under a spring myrtle
Their kids were a slight shade of purple

Poem Copyright Pryde Foltz