Step 4: Write Love Poetry

"Alright, so flowers and gifts and dancing were a fail," Cosmo said that evening as he and Timmy sat in front of the TV playing the not study game.

"What next?"

"Poetry."

"Poetry?"

"Women love romantic poetry." He waved his wand and a thick pink folder appeared in his hand. "These are poems I've written for Wanda over the years. She keeps all of them in here."

Timmy opened the folder and looked through a few of them. "'My love for you burns like a thousand suns'? 'Your love is like pepperoni pizza on a Saturday afternoon'? These don't make any sense!"

"Wanda likes them though," Cosmo replied. "It doesn't matter if they make sense, it the thought that they like the most. Here's one I've been working on all week. It's called '9,895 years'." A piece of paper appeared in his hand.

"Wanda, for 9,895 years,

I've loved you with every inch of my heart.

On day one I was amazed.

On day two I swore I was dreaming.

Ever since I made you mine,

Every minute every day, every year

I love you more.

My heart is yours."

"That was actually kinda nice," Timmy said.

Wanda had heard the whole thing. "Cosmo, that was so nice!"

He reached out to her and pulled her close to him. "I'm glad you like it sweetie." He placed his forehead on hers and looked into her eyes. "It's all true."

She ran her fingers across his cheek affectionately. "I'm so lucky to have such a thoughtful husband."

While they were being mushy Timmy picked up a paper and pencil and started trying to come up with a love poem. Little did he know, it was harder than it looked and he ended up spending half the night trying to come up with something.

Cosmo and Wanda appeared outside of the fishbowl the next morning to find Timmy still sitting at his desk fast asleep with a pencil in his hand and balled up pieces of paper all over the floor.

"Timmy wake up," Wanda said worriedly.

Timmy slowly opened his eyes. "Huh?"

"You're going to be late for school, sport."

"Were you up all night writing?" Cosmo asked.

"Yeah," Timmy said yawning.

Cosmo picked up the finished poem and Wanda looked over his shoulder. "Hey, this is pretty good Timmy."

"As soon as I get to school I'm going to give it to Trixie."

Timmy got to school and looked around for Trixie. Unfortunately for him it was a windy day. He tripped and the poem went flying out of his hand. "Oh no!"

He chased after it but he wasn't fast enough. It ended up in the hands of Tootie!

"No, Tootie!" Timmy exclaimed. "Give that to me!"

Too late, she was already reading it. The more she read, a wide smile spread across her face. "Wow, Timmy!"

"Tootie, that's not for you…!"

"This is the nicest thing I've ever read! First the flowers, then the necklace, now this…!"

"Wait, the necklace?"

"Yeah, the necklace you out in my desk," she said. "I knew you liked me, I just knew it!"

Timmy was in shock. This whole time he'd been trying to get Trixie to go out with him and now Tootie thought he liked her. This was a nightmare!

She reached out to give him a hug and he pushed her away. "No, Tootie, you've got it all wrong! None of that stuff was meant for you! I was trying to get Trixie to go out with me, not you!"

Tootie's eyes welled up with tears. "You mean, you don't like me?"

"No, I would never like you!"

She turned and walked away crying. As she did, she dropped the love poem and it flew in the wind until it landed back in Timmy's hand.

"Wow, she was really upset," Cosmo said.

"Do you think I was too hard on her?"

"Maybe a little bit," Wanda said.

"Maybe I should apologize to her..." Timmy stopped when he saw Trixie. "There she is!" He ran over to her. "Hey Trixie!"

Trixie sighed. "What am I going to have to do to get you to leave me alone?"

"Just read this, I wrote it for you."

She took one look at it then walked off without a word.

The bell rang and Timmy headed towards the school.

"Do you think she liked it guys?" he asked Cosmo and Wanda.

"Well if the shredded pieces of your poem in the trash are any indication…" Cosmo said.

"What?!" He looked into the nearest trash can and sure enough there it was. What more was he going to have to do?