Each clue is a based on a scene from Dr. Seuss's Green Eggs and Ham, imagining how the story might sound if another famous author had written it. The clues are real passages subtly (or not-so-subtly) changed to be about green eggs and ham, and are indicative of the authors' styles of writing.
It was the greenest of hams, it was the pinkest of hams, it was time for breakfast, it was time for dinner.
Green eggs and green ham too— I have eaten them, have you? How awful—like a frog— Green and stinking—worse than a bog!
The tumult of his mind was allayed by this conversation. He had got rid of two of the green foods which had weighed on him for a fortnight, and was certain of a willing listener in Frank, whenever he might wish to talk again of either. But there was still something lurking behind, of which prudence forbade the disclosure. He dared not relate the other half of Sam-I-Am's dinner, nor explain to his brother how much he still loathed green eggs and ham.
Eggs and ham, Eggs and ham, Eggs and ham colored, Green in the kitchen of hue Cooked for six lunches.
All pink hams are alike; each green ham is green in its own way.
Let us pause in the story for a moment to examine these two foods. In the first place, you are struck by the general contrast between them. Both are green enough in all conscience; but there is a certain mathematical symmetry in the green eggs which the green ham sadly lacks. There is more complexity in the green eggs. As you chew them, you involuntarily explore the immense flavors in them.
green eggs and chomp chomp chomping that green ham radio ham pie ham up in the sky with lucy and diamonds i do not like
The eggs and ham were green. He does not like the eggs and ham. But what if he should eat them? Hey, what about that? What if he should eat them?
And went into the house: and maybe somebody looking at him would have seen on his face an expression a good deal like the one—that proffering with delight yet with pride too, of complete enjoyment—which he had used to see on Sam-I-Am's face, and maybe he telling himself I not only dont know why it is green but apparently I am a good deal less picky than I thought too: and saw face to face the man who might be Sam-I-Am, and nothing happened—no shock, no hot green ham that second helpings would have been too little even to assuage his appetite—nothing.
so much taste within
this weird green ham
glazed with bees' honey
beside the green eggs.
Devour all the green hams you want, if you can stomach 'em, but remember it's a sin to eat green eggs.
In olde dayes of the king Arthour, Of which that Britons speake great honour, All was this land full fill'd of eggs green; Sam-I-Am, with his jolly company, Fed full oft with many a green meal; This was the old opinion, as I feel.
There was eating now on the deck of the boat; old men thanking Sam-I-Am in eternal graceless chewings, superior couples feeding each other tortuously, fashionably, and keeping in the corners—and a great number of single girls cutting green ham individualistically or relieving the chef for a moment of the burden of the oven or the stove.
And both that morning equally lay On plates, and dyed a too bright green. Oh, I kept the ham for another day!
It was a bright cold day in April, and the hams were strikingly green.
Shall I compare thee to green eggs and ham? Thou art less yummy and not edible.