Got me my Booga Machoo
I said now who are you
Got me my Booga Machoo
Tell me what can I do
Staring on my rubber chamomile
Oh Golly! Just gimme a sign!
Speak of a sign and I ask you to dine
So I can tell you a story
I'm always talkin in time
Would you like to know
How my wind can blow?
I tell you how everybody been layin down this clown
I says my Booga Machoo
Tell me who are you
Got my Booga Machoo
I just don't know what to do
Now I'm a real slick risah
Soon you'll testaifizah
I can hold on to my steak real good
And when it's all over
I take my pillow in the corner
And dream like Milo does
He ain't got thumbs
So whose he gonna call?
He ain't gettin home soon
I says my Booga Machoo
This time who are you
Really my Booga Machoo
I know just what to do
Nobody be the wisah
After fifty million triesah
It'll still be my Booga Machoo
I hope you can be too
A contest entry
- Who are you, really? by look for tomorrow.
450 points, ended March 17, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh please. no one recognizes true genius until it's gone. You missed out yo check dat yo
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I just don't understand how this fits into m y topic of self-identity. I'm sorry I don't think its bad, I just don't get it.
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