Wa tyool ook in gat

An oggleple I am

with large peepgogs, two.

I oggscope many a ham

and the things they do.

I sit and while

the time in oggscoping.

Each passing smile

can be heartwarping.

And while I sit, quietly,

sipping at my fresh coffee -

a truest oggleple I be -

I wonder who's oggscoping me.

An oggleple I am

with a vivid imagination.

I conjure glitz and glam -

Write lives in my vision.

I like to think of every face

as a secret window.

A story there to even the pace

with which they come and go.

And while I sit, quietly,

sipping at my fresh coffee -

a truest oggleple I be -

I wonder who's oggscoping me.

An oggleple I am,

with many a story told.

An oggleple I am;

sometimes not too bold.

As I sit and oggscope out

I sometimes come across a mirror.

I wonder oft - I have some doubt -

Why oggscoping myself, I dither.

And while I sit, quietly,

sipping at my fresh coffee -

a truest oggleple I be -

I wonder who's oggscoping me.