my corny ahh english teacher got more drop than that

Pennywise wants his shoes back.

homie looks like a combo of my 7th grade spanish teacher and the average HOA dad

Bro got the yee ass shoes

And that's all we can show about the place called Whoville
Unless of course a who looks for a different thrill
Something not goofy or blingy or bingo-rid-rally
No this was something different down shadybrook alley

Down there a Who can find a special unlocked door
That's bedazzled and frabbled from ceiling to floor
The music is loud & has a strange lurking beat
Neon and strobe lights & socks with no feet

It's there you can seek the Who in Purple shoes
And he's got all the candy - any candy you could choose
Fizz Bombs & powders & chimlongers & Molly
With that much candy the party is so Jolly

Is bro actually Dr. Seuss?!

Could I be that Doctor of rhymes?
I do seem to rhyme from time to time.
Could I be the real thing and no spoof?
The idea of it has me demanding proof.

I'll slick back my hair and grab my sleuth hat
I'll look under the chair and through and that!
I'll find any clue to this mystery so sudden
I won't allow the interruption monster to even butt in

Under every rock and behind every tree
I'll uncover the truth that it is I who is he
But the question would be - can he even I be?
Can I even measure up to whimsy mastery?

Maybe I can and of course maybe I couldn't
The things I say maybe should be or shouldn't
But they have been tried and I did had fun
I'm no Suess, but I bet I could give him a run