(limerick) Early Days With Oogie # 9 Poem by WES Vogler
(limerick) Early Days With Oogie # 9
With his axe on his mind there he goes
'Gotta do it myself, I suppose
Come out here you hound! '
(just don't look around)
'Where he is now no one knows.'
What the? It's only Thursday and here's another episode of Oogie already! Thanks, Wes! Oogie's pretty slick, isn't he? (At least on his back!)
Remind me when the original art goes up for bids that this daily is YOURS for faithful following
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5/19/2024 8:36:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
anybody ever wonder how the yike gets his head through that little hole?
His head is hollow (like Oogie's) so he can squeeze it flat or any shape he wants. Oh, poor Yike's head is empty; it's true; I've been trying to tell it to you. I've got other bad news: (It's just one of my views) that the same problem plagues Oogie, too!