Horton Hears Cthulhu Poem by Kevin Patrick II

Beyond the great plains of green eggs and ham
Past the pillars of Didd where time turns to spam
Near the kingdom of Binn where all Whos are skinned on the oceans of sin where necromancers grin

Horton was driving by a voice that consumed him To leave his sweet Nool towards terrors so grim He crossed through blue steppes he heavily schleps Over mountains of Yep towards that ocean souls wept

The voice whispered to him in a tone so oneiric hinting malevolence yet was soothed and mesmeric It lured him to that place no mortal being tread to ancient R'lyeh where even bar-ba-loots dread

Through towering temples of cyclopean wastelands Rise the necrotic priests yog-sothoth Commands festering shadows watch with ravenous glee to unleash their horrors where mans fears apogee

Ten thousand ton tentacles of spine crawling death sharp mouths salivating evils pustules breath Spread over that country of a grey mortuary
Where pariah prophets walk as deaths emissaries

Beneath the black temple before time was born
Swam slithering behemoths of abysmal form
Deep in the crypts that bloom stygian gloom
Calls the great one who ushers sweet doom


There was a door which no mortal being gleamed The voice said open and see the universe scream Poor Horton saw horrors beyond reasons plane Now madness dwells in him and he's blindly insane