That was a terrible poem you quoted. (But a good column-type thingy). I started reading it and moaned, "Oh no!", to which my husband, thinking I'd read some awful news, asked what happened. I had to admit that all that happened was that I read a bad poem on the internet. He said, "It must have been a really bad one."
"It was."
I used to love to read Dr. Seuss out loud to my son, because it was so much fun. Jack Prelutsky's, "Tyrannosaurus Was a Beast" was also a delight to read out loud, because of the rhythm of it; the rhyme was secondary. (Clankety clankety clankety clank. Ankylosaurus was built like a tank)