My invitation to visit The Fenn School in Concord, MA, and conduct author presentations and workshops, unfolded in a roundabout way. I met a Fenn student, Johnny, at a local yard sale, where I happened to have a couple of my Splurch Academy books with me in my little lobster totebag, like so:
What should I do what should I do
He’s coming, I mean she’s coming, she’s really coming
I read the book and now I’m going to have lunch with her what
will it be pasta, salad, cow breast soup what if she doesn’t
like it she might get mad
and destroy the world she might kill zeus what should I do
what should I do
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I showed this to my husband whose immediate response was, “No wonder he likes your books.”
I loved this poem. I like the nutty kind of brilliant creativity that inspired it. Personally, I’m fond of an epic struggle in my poetry when I can get it, and if it pits me against the king of the gods, all the better. World? You’re goin’ down. Cow breast soup? Titans have clashed for less.
So be forewarned, all ye Olympian gods and Fenn kitchen chefs: behold, I come quickly, trailing destruction in my wake. Feed me worthy victuals lest I smite you with the rod of my wrath. Kids, line up after class for stickers and washable tattoos. They’re buried somewhere here in my lobster totebag.
P.S.: For some actual footage of author visits where no carnage took place, visit my YouTube channel.