OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY POME

(I never could spell poem!)

What a happy day it was,

When Rosie and Gary were born,

The peaceful creatures said "hooray,"

The wicked were forlorn. 

It was prophesied that they would come,

To save the universe,

Straight from the land of Glirkazoids,

A blessing, not a curse.

They learned the art of kick-yo-bot,

A style of self defense,

Rosie was a champion,

While Gary came in tenth.

When it came to education,

Gary kinda struggled,

Rosie tutored him a bit,

When he became befuddled. 

It was clear to everybody,

Rosie was a chosen one,

But there were doubts about our Gary,

Some even called him "dumb!"

Rosie knew they were mistaken,

In him she had pure faith,

She KNEW he was a chosen one,

Plus, he had the cutest face! 

Then came their day of testing,

Would they be the real deal,

The Glirkazoids all gathered,

For the contest and free meal.

They made it to the tropsticle course,

When much to their surprise,

A giant pterodactyl came,

From the purkle Glirkan skies.

He plucked up little Rosie,

And began to fly away,

Which made our Gary angry,

'Cause that's no way to play.

Gary grabbed a heavy glirkastone,

And hurled it at the beast,

He wasn't gonna let that "bird,"

Have Rosie as his feast!

He hit the pterodactyl,

Squarely on the knee,

Which made the ugly giant,

Drop Rosie in the sea.

Gary swam to her quite swiftly,

And saved her little bum,

With all the crowd a-watching,

Proving he's a chosen one.

Now for eons upon eons,

Our heroes never fail,

To vanquish all the evil beasts,

Throw enemies in jail.

Even when the future's dark,

When things get very scary,

We always can depend upon,

Sweet Rosie and brave Gary!

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