(limerick) Early Days With Oogie # 98 Poem by WES Vogler
(limerick) Early Days With Oogie # 98
Rating: ★5.0
We've reached a low ebb at our painting
The dab of the brush feels like feinting
Oh fiddle-de-dee
Gol dern it.Poor me
I'm giving up easel-ey tainting
Monday, October 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fun,people
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