Laconic pillars demonstrate
Insanity shall permeate
Kaleidoscopic interstates
Each third line holds a golden key
Ninety eight and quarters three
Oh no, oh no, it cannot be
Nocturnal psychic bourgeoisie
Search with great care but not the aft
Envelop the elusive craft
Noiseless Argonauts araft
Snickering with hardy laughs
Eleven babies, nonchalant
Inter a masterful croissant
Themes prowl and slither to the front
With an aspiring debutante
As fire dies down, it turns to ash, the
Kindling for some balderdash
Elitist savants stop to clash
Succumbing to the wad of cash
Until Theo Geisel appeared
People stalwart ran in fear
To those who were to be revered
Hints at the odd, the strange, the weird
Entire phalanxes back then
Betwitxt a pachydermal pen
Relished by the wisest men
And then again and then again
Infinite souls just stood around
Not just across, but up to down
Catharsis of the mind abound
Eccentric knowledge could confound
Look FORE your hints, the rest is spam
Lupine monsters facing lamb
Success with the ultimate exam
Now have you found it, Sam-I-Am?
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