Sonnet from the Porch de Geisel

Eschewing fame and capped felinity,
Things One and Two have bad a fond farewell
to mayhem as a cottage industry
and bought a bungalow in Avondell.
The aging Things, heretofore having striven
to parlay the eclat of their debut
into a film career, at last were driven
by pleurisy (Thing One) and gout (Thing Two)
into retirement. Still, one may rejoice
these dear Things have occasion every night
to cherish their entanglement with Seuss:
come rain or snow, they huddle, snuggled tight
in rhapsody and blankets, to rehash
the golden age of Horton-Cubbins slash.