Market Poetry

By Market Poetry

There is a rich man named Warren B.
Who drinks cherry Coke, never coffee or tea

For breakfast, lunch, and dinner it’s meat
And at playing the market he just can’t be beat

If you are intrigued by this humble man
Come listen to how it all began

When a book by Ben Graham caught Warren’s eye
To New York he went to study with the guy

Graham taught him to buy stocks below net
A buck at forty cents is quite a safe bet

He credits ol’ Munger for pushing quality co’s
And for sticking to investing in things that he knows

From his home in Nebraska he started a firm
To invest in companies for the long term

Over the years he’s built quite a stash
He’s now worth billions and billions of cash

All types of things his companies sell
Insurance and jewelry and candy as well

Despite all the riches he never spent much
Even when dating, he always went Dutch

Philanthropy was never high on his list
Some even said he had a tight fist

For years Mr. B had made the claim
To charity his riches, once he’s gone from the game

So long as Warren’s heart was still ticking
He preferred to spend his days stock picking

And hanging with his buddy, Bill
Getting together for steaks on the grill

These two rich men liked to play bridge
With Warren drinking Cokes from the fridge

The games were always friendly, with but pennies in the pot
Until one day, an idea Bill Gates got

“Let’s do something we haven’t done yet—
Let’s play a hand, the winner gets the jet!”

“Why play for peanuts?,” asked Warren as he smiled
“Let’s play for a billion, that’ll get you riled!”

“Chump change,” said Bill without missing a beat
“I’m in for five billion!—can you take the heat?”

“I’ll do you one better,” said Warren that day
“85% of wealth the loser will pay”

“Geez,” replied Bill, “That’s quite a large hand”
“But if I win, that’ll be really grand”

“Uh-oh,” thought Warren, “he called my bluff”
“If I lose this one, it will be quite rough”

“But one condition!,” cried Warren, attempting to hedge
“The loser to charity the money will pledge”

Bill agreed and the cards were dealt
And that’s how Warren tightened his belt.

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