A poem about Medisin
by me, Bert
Oh hai, dis Bert. Happy Ice Cream Day!
We hab to show you pictures ob Cosmo, Augie and King Bean today because we do not hab any ice cream. I hab been told it’s not a trabesty, howeber it does feel like one. I wrote a little poem about it.
I still fink it’s a trabesty. I might go cry now. Mom finks I’m being oberly dramatic. **sigh**
A Tribute to Sadie Storm
Kevin and Sadie met in New York
She lived in a wall
He ate with a fork
Her family grew as she lived in a tunnel
She came for yogies
And avoided the funnel
He collected them all one by one
And moved to Rocket City
Where they would have more fun
They got to be friends that much is true
For years they made memories
Until her time was through.
He would neber regret it, not eben a minute
She slept in Fort Salem,
But she is no longer in it.
The memories will last foreber and eber
The Sadie shape in his heart
Will fade – I fink neber!
dis Bert
CHOICES by Cosmo
Sometimes I trabel when I pee
Bariety in receptacles is important to me
I hab a selectshun it’s time to choose
They all look good, dere is nuffing to lose
I tried the first and it was fine
The second I chose to take my time
The third one stinks a little bit
The fourth I chose to take a ….
Sorry, my mom is calling me, I gotta go!
Hai. Dis Cosmo. Today I am introducing the offishul “Baffroom Poetry wiff Cosmo” column. Ebery week we will hab a new poem wiff a new subject. Please submit your ideas and I will pick some and make them poetical.
Today’s poem is about boops.
(inspirashun chosen by Ena Roque-Vizzini and Molly Michaela Darling Roque)
Sometimes when you’re as cute as I,
You’re peppered wiff boops until you cry.
They can’t resist, you hab to know –
So you roll wiff it, and make a show.
Boops, oh boops you tickle me
I laff so hard, I cannot see.
Tummy buttons irresistable it’s true
to stop at one is hard to do.
Boops are a dilemma indeed
Sometimes too many and sometimes too few
but the number ob boops is up to you.
Here I sit on Sunday night,
Snuggled in my sock nice and tight.
I wonder if Monday will be bad or good,
Will I turtle down hard – like I know I should?
Or will this Monday have a kinder face
One where I can have some extra space?
One neber knows what the future holds
so if there are some peas, it should be fine.
– Augie
Dis my friend,
his name is Ted.
He keeps me company
when I go to bed. – Augie
