I am Sam Sam I am That Sam-I-am! That Sam-I-am! I do not like that Sam-I-am! Do you like green eggs and ham? I do not like them, Sam-I-am. I do not like green eggs and ham. Would you like them here or there? I would not like them here or there. I would not like them anywhere. I do not like green eggs and ham . I do not like them, Sam-I-am. Would you like them in a house? Would you like them with a mouse? I do not like them in a house. I do not like them with a mouse. I do not like them here or there. I do not like them anywhere. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-am. Would you eat them in a box? Would you eat them with a fox? Not in a box. Not with a fox. Not in a house. Not with a mouse. I would not eat them here or there. I would not eat them anywhere. I would not eat green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-am.

OA, Very clever table and poem. It takes a lot of word smithing to create poetry like Dr. Seuss. I truly appreciate your effort. When I was teaching, the seniors chose the faculty speaker for graduation and I was the chosen speaker for the class of 2005. I used Dr. Seuss as an example of someone who persevered (Mulberry St. was turned down by 27 different publishers before he found someone who gave him his start!) and I did the rest of the speech in his type of rhyme scheme. I received a number of compliments about it being not the "usual" boring graduation speech. Anyway, I am not trying to hijack your post, but just let you know I understand how much effort went into your table and poem. Great imagination on your part for the tablecloth, utensils, and all the rest. Theodore would have been proud! TFS, Candy

That looks like fun! Happy Birthday Theodor Geisel! BTW - I will keep you posted on the Community Garden. It does look like we are going to move forward with the project and as soon as I have more info I will pass it along. Alexa

Patti, we have green eggs in Amarillo because my friend sold me fresh eggs and asked if I have a problem with green eggs. Some of her customers did not want the green ones. I find that funny as the green eggs cooked and tasted like the brown and white ones. :) Brenda, the egg lady, knows the breed names of her chickens, but I don't recall the names she told me.