Most precocious little Mia
Talked of onomatopoeia
The teacher thought it was quite queer
"This three year old has tricked my ear"
At four her art was quite advanced
She gave up crayons, preferring canvass
One critic said "Mia's paintings moved her"
And now her work hangs in the Louvre
At five she took up gymnastics
Could do hand stands and tumbling tricks
the bars, the floor, vault and rhythmics
She won a gold at the Olympics
At six she taught herself to swim
She didn't take lessons but just dived in
She learnt all strokes and took her chance
Traversed the channel and on to France
Aged seven she assessed religion
and though it hypocritical, a smidgen
She made her own and all wars ceased.
And over night she cracked world peace
And now aged eight she likes to sing
has a record deal and all the bling
Has loads of fans and no detractors
Is due to judge on the next x factor
Aged nine she had a computer stint
She rewrote the web and earned mint
At the start so many scoffed
Now MiaCorp owns Microsoft
And then I realised looking back
I should have known she had the knack
She cut her chord with a single hack
Escaping the gestational sack
Okay, I might exaggerate
I'm Mia's dad, I think she's great
Whatever she does is fine with me
If it makes her smile and is harm free
No comments:
Post a Comment