Nashunal Ice Cream Day and a poem from 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.
On ice cream day you have a lick
only not if you are sick
but we hab no ice cream either way
and we’ll find a way to make mom pay.
I still fink it’s a trabesty. I might go cry now. Mom finks I’m being oberly dramatic. **sigh**
That is the perfect buttons shot of Cosmo! Great to see Augie, Cosmo and Bean 🙂 Now I want ice cream!
President Fibbs left poops in Daddy’s sock drawer. Find Mom’s sock drawer and gib her sum presents. Or eben worse, bake her a cookie, say it is chocy chip, but it is really a raisin cookie!
I still hab sum home made nanner bread with sum chocky Chip’s. Not Chip chip’s but da eating type chip’s. hmmmmm
**wave’s da smell out window to entice da boy’s)
I’m totally with you little bro. You’re absolutely right, it is a trabesty of the most heinous proportions!! You mum is amazing and I’m sure you’ll get ice cream soon enough. That was a magnificent poem little bro, got me right in the ice cream feels!! I love you lots my precious little buddy ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤