Students from all over the tri-state submitted posters for the

Green Legs & Ham Poster Contest.

Here are the top 25!

Poster Contest Winner:

Dannielle Zucker, age 11
Indian Hill Middle School, grade 6

The Runner's-Up :

POETRY WINNER #1
Green Legs & Ham
Kristi Betz, Grade 7, Age 13, Ridge Junior High

POETRY WINNER #2
Oh, What Fun Reading Can Be!
Jordan Richardson, Grade 9, Age 15, Lakota Freshman School

See now what fun lots of reading can be
Every day, every way, somehow you will see
That reading is always a pleasure and more
Don’t let those good books walk right out the door!

I once knew a girl who did not like to read
She would rather be out playing and doing good deeds
Although good deeds are something good you should do,
She did not know that reading could be just as fun, too.

I asked her: “Why? Why won’t you read books?”
But instead of her answering she just gave me a look
That said, “Why should I spend my time filling my head
With silly words…why can’t I be outside instead?”

My answer was something she did not expect
It was something, she thought would make her regret
All of the times she went out to play games
When she could have been learning, more or less the same.

My answer, you see, was that reading was fun
Just as fun as playing outside in the sun
You can travel the world or stay right at home
When you’re reading the world you create is your own.

So she put down her toys and picked up a book
Then she gave me a look, a different look
And that look, I sure thought, was one to show
“Thank You, thank you for letting me know.”

UNTITLED
Aubrie Holichens, Grade 7, Age 12, The School for the Creative and Performing Arts

Kat shook a book and said
You must read this book
That I found by the green egg nook

Oh this book is so good
I wish you could
Read this book you really should

But I can’t look
At these hard words
It looks like they were gathered
By that jay bird

Read read is all I hear
Please don’t make me read it aloud
It’s what I fear
I can whisper it in your ear.

No said Kat
You’ll disappoint the children
Especially little Ren

They’ve been waiting for you all day long
The words can’t be that hard
It will be like singing a song

But you heard me
I cannot read hard words
Don’t you see

Oh yes you can they’re not too hard
You can succeed you can do it Marge

So they both sat down just like that
They sat on the mat
And Marge read to Kat

Down the street lives little Susie
And she has a little Woosey
A who likes to dance and play and sing

But the one ting the Woosey likes to do most
(besides play and sing and brag and boast)
is to cuddle up in his chair,
with his little teddy bear,
And open up a storybook
And read a little, take a look.

The Wooseys name is Larry,
And he loves the library
He can find all the books he needs
About Lolums and Doloems and Nevemeis and Meebs
(those are very small animals
and half of them are cannibals)

Larry knows all about everything,
From how to weave to how to sing
Who knew, who knew?
Larry does, and now you.

I sit at my window, looking sad
I have been so very, very bad
I smelled something funky
in my dark cornered cell
A Funky Chunky Monkey
for show and tell
This Funky Chunky was a joke
He jumped around with an egg yoke
This monkey took me away
from my dark cornered
and took me to the dull, bronze bell
The bell was cracked
Very plain to see
All these creatures there looking at me
The funky monkey was kind of chunky
and rode around on a shape shifting donkey
A moose, a mouse, a car, a house
The donkey turned to anything
It even had a shiny ring
The Funky Monkey took me home, to my junky now funky dome
Mom comes in and then she states
“Go open the skinny gates!
The visitors are too funky!
Whoo-we! This room is funky!”

In a world full
Of made-up places
And made-up names,
Somewhere,
Lost in there
Is the creative mind
And Heart
Of a man.

He can be trampled
By all of his feet
In his foot book
But it won’t keep him down.
He can be yelled at
By the awful Grinch,
But that won’t keep him
From being full of cheer!

Bartholomew Cubbins
Can give away
All 500 of his hats
But it’ll only hurt him a bit.
Yertle the Turtle
And all of the fish
Can eat green eggs and ham
And he’ll just be glad.

The Sneetches
Can hop on pop
And chase
The Fox in Socks
And he’d just pull them off.
Mr. Brown can moo
And the Lorax can yell
But he’d just compromise.

No matter what happens,
This man is
And Always will be
The Cat in the hat’s creator.
The man is
The one and only
Dr. Seuss.

Oh the Things You Can Eat
Sandrina Newkirk-Martin, Grade 7, Age 12, The School for the Creative and Performing Arts

Oh the things you can eat!
The things you can chew!
The things you can taste!
Like a kalamazoo!
Which is a food,
That tastes like mashed potatoes,
You can eat it with,
Gravy, smooch, not tomatoes.
What is smooch?
Well it has a flavor,
That’s buttery, salty, and
Looks like lafrasher!
What is lafrasher?
Well its yellow as sun,
Has the shape of an oval
And flat as a qun.
What is a qun?
Why, too many questions you ask,
My friend, a qun is somewhat similar to a mask,
I’m sure you know what a mask is,
You don’t?!
Oh well that’s too bad
‘cause with me you won’t.

The Wrong-Doing Frong
Skyler Martin, Grade 7, Age 12, The School for the Creative and Performing Arts

In the land of Minor DeGong,
There once was a misguided Frong,
With hands for feet he hobbled along,
And was born to do everything wrong.

He jumped ahead all of the lines,
Never paid overdue book fines,
Slurped his milk and licked his plate,
Left when he wanted: always arrived too late.

Never kept his promises, not a one,
Never finished anything once he’d begun,
Never had a kind word for another,
And worst of all, lied to his mother.

He was the worst Frong you see,
He was not like you or me,
He did not have that small voice
That whispers in your head, “make the right choice.”

Day after day he wronged his way through,
Still an unidentified sadness grew,
Then on one fateful night,
The Frong ran into two Brothers Right.

The Brothers lived not far away,
And sought to do good things everyday,
They spent days and days teaching this Frong,
The joy of giving and how to belong.

All of the Frongs were amazed how he turned around,
And lived the upright life he’d found,
The Brothers Right stood proud and strong,
Knowing that two rights can remake a Frong.

I do expect you to read this poem: it will help you a lot in life.
You can pass this down to your husband, or very loveley wife:
Never stop reading; yes, never quit.
Or you might turn into a Casit.
They call it a Casit because it sits in front of a TV and gets very dull
And has no information, no education, and nothing in its thick-minded skull.
He is a very brown beast, with a big nose, and his hair is very long.
Although very dumb he is very strong.
He dropped out straight from preschool.
And lives in a cave in the Jungle of Nool.
That’s not all you might turn into a lafluss.
Who swims in a lake and talks to a goose.
He is a big duck and can say duh and what.
His brain is probably the size of a peanut.
He just sits in the water, never reads or goes to school.
He also swims around in McEligot’s pool.
And the dumbest, dumbest is for last.
The name of it is the fatrast.
They call it a fatrast because it is really, really fat.
And is as smart as a doormat.
It lives underground, and never sees the light of day,
And does not even know how to play.
It looks almost human but has a lot of hair.
And books are what he loves to tear.
He eats garbage and underground bugs,
Ants, worms and his favorite, slugs.
He never reads book and seems like his brain has been “took”-
So take my advice and always read books.

Read Me, Dr. Seuss Me!
Emily Autran, Grade 8, Age 14, The School for the Creative and Performing Arts

One book
Two books
Read books
Write books

In a work full of,
Brown Moos
And Mr. Can yoos
With green eggs Sam
And HAM I am

One eye
Two eyes
Brown eyes
Blue eyes

With characters like,
Fox in sox
And cats in Hats
There’s a pocket
In my Wocket

One page
Two pages
Big page
Small page

Then there’s
Marvin’s foot
Mooney’s will you book
And red pop
Right hop.

One word
Two words
Long word
Short word

Have you seen
Bunches of Hunches
With beeches
And sneetches
And who’s Cindy Lou?

One more
Two more
No more?
Please more!

Oh my,
The Grinch in the snow
Knew it was so
All through the town
Spreading bread up and down.

Read Seuss
Learn Seuss
Laugh Seuss
Done with Seuss?

Never!

Untitled
Erin Lloyd, Grade 7, Age 12, Cincinnati Hills Christian Academy

I love to Read
I love to write
I could sit and do it from day to night.
I could read about anything
Anything at all.
I could read about anything big or small.
I’ve been to this town,
A town full of Who’s,
who read and write,
whenever they choose.
They like to write stories,
In the tiny town of Who’s,
They aren’t the best,
But surely they’ll do.
No one said a story had to be long
A story’s a story,
And that can’t be wrong.
These Who’s will read ‘till the sun starts to shine,
Their passion for reading is the same as mine.
While I read I eat, green eggs and ham
I eat them with my dear friend, Sam I am.
Sam loves to write,
Sam loves to read,
to read a book is all you need.
Sam thinks you should read too,
And the Who’s think it’s the best thing to do.
So go and grab your favorite book,
Open it up and take a look.
Read on a couch,
Read in a chair,
Read and you’ll have a story to share.
Reading is as easy as 1,2,3,
So come along and read with me.