Green Eggs and Ham

i know that as a man i am obligated by gender to at least moderately dislike poetry...or at the very least make a statement like, "yeah, i can never understand that stuff...why dont they write like normal people" if the topic ever comes up in a space dominated by males.
But aside from some of the perplexing qualities of poetry—and once i get past the vast pretentious and sometimes vacuous ramblings—i find that i am oddly attracted to it. before you pull my mancard, permanently, for this offense, let me explain.
I dont like the confusing rambling poetry that seems to be set on making writing into a game where the winner is one who invents the most new ambiguous phrases and causes the most people to jump off the Golden Gate in despair. i also don't like any verse that makes no attempt at being even slightly artistic in nature. writing: "The pear is here. the pear is not round" does not count to me as any type of artistic writing.
See, i appreciate poetry as it artfully weaves the cadence of life into verse. Stripped bare of filler words and focused on the essentials. poetry in its purest form, to me, is sort of the "Occam's Razor" of literature. Just the facts ma'am. It delightfully captures the beautiful, painful and mundane in life and illustrates it vividly for the imagination. With my mind as a canvass the words as ink and the pen as a brush, the words paint pictures that stir my soul and enrapture my mind. i can read it and marvel at humanities ability to lay on paper the magic of nature and of life.
so in short...i really just like reading Dr. Seuss.