Ode to Bert, the Bold and Bizarre

There once was a fellow named Bert,
Who wore flamingo-print pants and a shirt.
He'd strut through the square
With flamboyant flair,
And a grin that could rival dessert.

He spoke in strange riddles and rhymes,
Telling tales that bent logic and time.
With a wink and a sneeze,
He'd shout “Cockcheese!”
Like it made perfect sense in the clime.

The townsfolk would laugh and would cheer,
When old Bert with his nonsense drew near.
Though his slang made them squirm,
It caught on long-term—
Now it’s yelled in the pubs with their beer.

So here’s to the legend absurd,
The mischief and magic of Bert.
He may not be clean,
Nor fit for the Queen,
But he brightened the world with one word.

Ik vind je mooi.