Saturday, March 17, 2007

Another from Awesome Adventures--

a work in progress...


THE BOASTFUL BOOKWORM


By Ernestine Cobern Beyer

Bertie, the bookworm, had gone to no college
And yet he was bursting with wisdom and knowledge.
He lunched on old papers and books, thick or slim--
Just any old volume was Wheaties to him!

Bertie felt saucy and proud as a pup
For learning came easy. He just ate it up.
He thought he was smarter than all other bugs:
The flies on the windows, the moths in the rugs,
The crickets that sing or mosquitoes that sting--
Smarter than any afoot or awing!
And he'd say as they watched him, observing him fatten:
"Go `way: I'm digesting a lecture in Latin."

"Let's teach him a lesson," said Minnie, the moth,
Thoughtfully chewing a morsel of cloth.
"Let's think up a question with plenty of punch,
Or some fact that he hasn't had yet for his lunch!"
"Yes, let's," said a solemn old spider named Harvey;
"Yeth, leth," lisped a chorus of newly-hatched larvae.
So the flies and the spiders, all sizes and models,
Dug up some hard questions that puzzled their noddles.


Bertie, they hoped, would look foolish, at best,
But he wasn't embarrassed at all by their test.
He simply glanced up from the book he was nibbling
And answered all questions without any quibbling.

The months jogged along. He grew pompous and fat--
And of course, with a very good reason for that:
He'd discovered a Webster. With relish and ease
He digested the pages clear through to the Zs.
But here Bertie finally met his comeuppance.
He gagged on "zymosis," "zygote," and "zygoma,"
And choking on "zyzzyva," fell in a coma.

His plight might have been rather glum, I suppose,
And Bertie, perhaps, would have turned up his toes
Had Minnie not seen him and hastily said:
"You're a very sick bookworm! Get right into bed!"

By degrees he improved, though it took quite a time,
But he will feel fine by the end of this rhyme,
And he won't be so saucy and vain any more,
Nor quite such a boastful, unpopular bore.
And if you should ask me the why and the how,
He's digesting an Essay on Modesty now!




Many thanks to Barbara Beyer Malley,
Ernestine's daughter & author of
Available from Barnes & Noble,
& linked on the right-
for permission to post:)

3 comments:

Matt said...

Clever rhyme!
I enjoyed reading your posts - they are warm and hopeful.
Best wishes.

rhapsody said...

Thanks for stopping by & for the comment, Matt-

Next week another will be posted by ECB- this one for Christmas:)

Ernestine's Daughter said...

Still looking for Sometimes Saintly. Where did I get lost?
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