De-Seussifying your Poetry

The nurse in the hearse
Through the farce of her arse
In the Seussical verse
Of the hatted cat's curse
Shows a lust that will bust
Through the fustiest crust
And the dust and the ash
From the green eggs and hash
Explode on the road
To the Grinch's abode
Though we passed him at lunch
So he's turned into Grunch
Which is much like the sound
From the nurse's dry mound
Though it's gooey as glue
From the birth of Thing Two