A comic strip has its own limitations
It requires minimum visitations
Failing this then you see
It fades to antiquity
And I think I detect such gyrations
I hope all that happened was you fell asleep before finishing the last panel.
I have always had the knack of sleeping anytime anywhere My latest thing is to try to walk around sans stoop (now there is a straight line)
This can't be the end. How will I ever survive without my Oogie fix three times a week?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And a plea from another Oogie addict.. make him reappear, my young Magician!
call up all your friends and see if either of them concur ta