May 13, 2004
I'd have forgotten L'il Bouzzini had he not heehawed onto my website, scoped the picture of my feline friend Lula Mae, and pawed her digits.
He's fancies her eyes. Strange, because Lula romps around with eyelids opened so wide she always appears stungunned. This appearance recently inspired someone to call her "Boogie Eyes," a nickname about as delightful as a hairball laced with cement. So, to put the chutz back in Lula's paw, I pickled this song: "Boogie Eyes, boogie eyes, please come to play. Say, say what's on your mind, your eyes are boogieing again today, beautiful Boogie Eyes..."
He's fancies her eyes. Strange, because Lula romps around with eyelids opened so wide she always appears stungunned. This appearance recently inspired someone to call her "Boogie Eyes," a nickname about as delightful as a hairball laced with cement. So, to put the chutz back in Lula's paw, I pickled this song: "Boogie Eyes, boogie eyes, please come to play. Say, say what's on your mind, your eyes are boogieing again today, beautiful Boogie Eyes..."

