Ode: "Harrison J at Six Months"

This poem was written by Opa aka "Grand Hart" (a new self chosen moniker). Edivently the newest photos of Harrison have provided a muse for the poet:

I believe that I can tell by looks

without I.Q. tests and psychology books

who is or will be intellectually hot

and who is a lump and will not.

It is clear, Harrison has it,

I'm done with the baby bit

he says, I need to eat,

I'm a boy and I need a treat.

This boy will be in haste

and develop expensive taste.

His alert and enterprising looks

call at least for the Brothers Brooks,

or he could shop like Winston Churchill--

only if he can send Michael the bill--

at Turnbull&Asser on Jermyn Street

for ties and shirts. O life is sweet!

Take care, Harrison, eat and drink a lot

Under no circumstances stay a tot.

I forgot, for a suit go best to Saville Row.

Best wishes and hurry up! Grow, grow, grow!

With love and kisses

Grand-Hart