So today we are truly going to get dVerse. I hope this Yogibogeybox does not give us anything perverse. Oh it will be fun to see what is in the Yogibogeybox I found hanging from a nearby tree.
What is a Yogibogeybox you ask?
Well let's put that to the task.
Yogi Bear flicking boogers in a box?
That would sure curl your socks.
Nope, it is an apparatus used by some guy,
Or girl, who chants towards the sky.
A spiritualist I guess they are called.
With that name they should be appalled.
Let's open this Yogibogeybox shall we?
I want to open it and see.
The cat finds a candle, whoopi.
Those things are far too waxy.
But look there is a stick.
Wow, that snapped some slick.
A journal type thing.
Not fancy, so wasn't from Betsy's wing.
Nope, no list in there.
Definitely not from her lair.
But look there is some hair.
Hmmm hair of a yak, rather rare,
An alien finger.
I guess it did linger.
Or maybe its rubber.
A piece of dear Flubber?
Hmm maybe they took bogey literally.
That one won't be touched by me.
Some sort of paint.
If I spill it will the Yogibogeybox I taint?
A note at the bottom too,
Meaning some paper to chew.
The most important thing is self it states.
Was this written by the crazy Fates?
Why have a box if it can't fit yourself?
To make it look fancy on the shelf?
Just so you can say Yogibogeybox every day?
Yogibogeyboxes are just confusing I say.
No spiritual Yogibogeybox for me.
I don't get it at my sea.
Just go slap a bogey in a box,
Then go eat some mighty fine socks.
So what is in your Yogibogeybox? I hope something better than socks. By the way the Gawker gawks, I doubt he has a Yogibogeybox. But a box would be fun for the whole class, if empty it would be jumped in by my little rhyming ass.
Experience spring, have a fling.