I loved Dr. Seuss growing up (as who did not?) and felt special regional pride in that he, like myself and everybody I went to school with in East Longmeadow, was born in Springfield, Mass. (He was a lot cooler than Johnny Appleseed, about whom we also never stopped hearing.) But Ted Geisel lost it somewhere along the way, right around the time of “The Lorax.” Later, “The Places You’ll Go” was also terrible, and unworthy of the good doctor. Today I offer up a review of the big-screen adaptation of “Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax” in Seussian verse.