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The Death Of Yogi Bear.
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The Death Of Yogi Bear. |
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Terry Cuthbert. Junior Member
since 1999-08-02
Posts 11Oxford UK |
The Ranger doesn't even know, Yogi That the old park is silent today. No stone's moved for your shifty eyes No picnic baskets gone astray. Why are you lying among the bushes Yogi? Your flesh is cold, your fur stiff; Aren't you coming along with me, Yogi? There are many goodies to lift. The Ranger won't like it Yogi That you can't move anymore. It won't be the same in Jellystone Park Without your hibernating snore. Some campers say you are dead, Yogi; You, a bear so smart and brave' It seems I will have to eat berries, Yogi; It'll be quiet from now on in the cave. Why do you not answer me, Yogi? Why do you just lie there and stare? The flies are eating you now, Yogi, You weren't smarter than the average bear! The Ranger's crying now, Yogi, Life will be dull without you. Here's wishing you picnic-baskets in heaven; From your old friend, Boo-Boo. |
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wordweaver Junior Member
since 1999-08-19
Posts 25south carolina |
interesting piece makes me wonder what the motivation for this was. is it how we outgrow things and put them away? |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
I would say that this is cute if it weren't so morbid ... I second wordweaver's question ... was there a reason behind this I'm not seeing? Interesting piece. ------------------ "Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus" (When I hear the bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.") |
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Delores Hall Member
since 1999-07-16
Posts 342USA |
I like the part where Bo Bo is giving him picnic baskets from heaven. |
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Ladycat 
since 1999-07-05
Posts 782At the edge and a doorway,TX |
I don't know if I'm sick and twisted, but I like it.. It reminds me of comics.. Every character dies sometime.. I thought that cartoon couldn't die though.. Poor Boo-Boo, what will he do? Love, Lady ------------------ Live in my world just once and you'll find yourself enraptured. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Terry, have you outgrown Saturday's cartoons, or just wishing for better Saturday fun from your past, knowing that what you see as fun now, simply, cannot, ever last? [Although I'm sure you'll give it a good shot!] ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Terry: I read this yesterday and thought it was great. It really got me to thinking and here is the results. Thanks for the fun and inspiration. How Yogi Died They called the coroner to discover the cause Of poor Yogi's demise. Did poachers brake any laws? No pattern could be found, Yogi's fur was intact. No buckshot or solid rounds, a perfect rug in fact. Next they tested his blood for the taint of chicken. Botulism was ruled out, nothing foul from the kitchen. Boo Boo was questioned with little success. All he could say was "Hanna's the best!" The Ranger was perplexed, till what should he see Four odd looking creatures, molesting a tree. One red, one green, one yellow, and one blue With odd looking headgear and a vacuum too. What brings you to the park? Do you know of Yogi's doom? They squeaked unintelligently, then sucked out Ranger's brains with the vacuum. They've made the park their home, claiming Saturday morning t.v. fun Tele-Tubbies from hell. Yogi was first, next are your daughters and sons. |
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