Nonsensically,
an infinitesimally small ball,
rolls lazily down a long hall,
where a baby crawls.
Curious to know more about
this thing that so enthralls,
the baby, a little boy,
eats it one and all.
Fortuitously,
it is not a ball at all,
but a little world, like Whoville,
and down the baby's throat it falls.
Now Dr. Seuss may be appalled,
but I don't intend to call,
to apologize would be silly,
as I'm a fellow poet, Y'all...
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