BERN
By Linda R.. O’Connell

My man of that hour
When the new day is dawning
I can barely get up
I’m still laying there yawning…

What drives me towards him…
Is it that gorgeous smile?
Nope, it’s what he does for me
That makes it worthwhile!

I arrive and see Bern standing there
Leaning against the podium
I get ready for the hour ahead
And pop three or four Imodium.

We work out my arms
They’re getting tight, and so buff
I love hearing all those comments
I can never get enough.

Everyday I take my 5 mile walk
And drivers are starting to honk
Making me do all those crazy squats
Must be working for my “Bidonkadonk….”

Everyone at the BSC, is jealous of us
Because we both have so much fun
They all wish they could be me
Because Bern, is second to none!!