While thinking of a gift for Meg’s birthday,
A few rhyming lines I decided to pen.
Here’s a creation that goes all the way,
Describing my life with Meg, now and then.
When I was first introduced to Mrs. Herring,
We were both new to the Bearcat team.
In our meeting I couldn’t keep from staring,
At this beauty our students would find a dream.
How will our students be able to learn?
How will they memorize scientific information?
This teacher will only make boys’ heads turn,
Inciting infatuation rather than concentration.
How quickly I realized that this was not the case.
Mrs. Herring wasn’t just a pretty cheerleader turned teacher.
Terror and dread she could put on any student’s face.
Truly, Mrs. Herring could become a strict and fearsome creature.
It was this discipline I learned to admire.
I appreciated her blunt and sometimes harsh way.
A transformation was soon to transpire.
Mrs. Herring was gone – Meg was here to stay.
Soon we discovered our passions were the same,
Most of them revolving around our book Twilight.
I even got Meg to board a scary airplane.
Just a couple of drinks took out all the fright.
I’ve learned a few things about Meg, my pal.
For example she doesn’t like to share a bed.
Her big Tahoe on the inside is always foul,
And she likes a glass of wine – always red.
Now in her brand new house she is sitting,
Taking care of Hollan, her girl so small.
And with this recent birth I think it fitting,
To say that Hollan is the best gift of all.
So Meg, I’m sorry I don’t have a package to bring,
On this special day when you turn thirty-two.
I wish I could rush down to Auburn and sing,
Happy, Happy Birthday to you!
