My delightful son dared me to write a poem about Formula One competitor, Max Verstappen. Pretend that it works and that his last name is pronounced with a short “a.”
Not much can happen Without Max Verstappen. He’s the one who’ll be lappin’ While your energy’s sappin’ He won his ninth race At a respectable pace. Truly an ace With style and grace.
While Max celebrated his ninth victory, I celebrated my first one last night. I played “Settlers of Catan” again for the first time in years. I figured I was invited to play so someone could at least be out of competition. I won!
Thank you for the pity assistance, you young brainiacs. I’ll look forward to retaining my title. And good luck going for your tenth triumph, Max Verstappen.