When I was 10, my family went to a conference celebrating the birthday of my dad’s advisor at MIT. I wrote his advisor this poem (just because at 10, I took any occasion ever to write a poem) and read it at his birthday dinner in front of his friends and colleagues and a bunch of Nobel Peace Prize winners for physics.
I was a little weirdo. Someday, I’ll scrounge up “Ode to Martha Stewart” for your reading pleasures…it’s lost somewhere in the annals of NPR in South Carolina (oops! almost wrote anal…my b). Here’s the text for this poem in case you can’t decipher my elementary-school scribble:
He has an antiques and a house
Got three children and a spouse.
Get the hose and water the lawn
Oh, please pass the Mexican flan.
He’s got a movie, all for him
He eats Thai food till he’s slim.
He’s got this inkwell of a man eating turkey
And he’s got the biggest brain cells, that ain’t no beef jerky.
He has this wheel, that hits ‘79
It seems like each and every time.
Sharon is his spunky wife
He’s had her for part of his life.
Sharon keeps him on the line
(Hey, you know this is a rhyme!)
So, we’re here to celebrate his birthday today,
I’m sorry for the people who had to pay!
By Malia Griggs