Friday, September 30, 2011

Hockey

There was once a horse and a jockey,
Whose friendship had grown a bit rocky;
To settle the score, and avert total war,
They played a quick game of ice hockey.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Farmer


There was once an eccentric farmer,
Who dressed in a full suit of armor;
He played on a flute, to harvest beetroot,
A trick he learned from a snake charmer.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Sac De Cul


In the city of Sac De Cul,
The sites are remarkably dull;
Half finished skyscrapers, trash cans filled with papers,
And a man who thinks he’s a gull.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Hypnotize

There's a moth who was wisely advised,
To reject the light other moths prized;
To repel the bright glare, that brings death and despair,
He had himself hypnotized.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Sketchbook Show and Tell #6: Monuments

In the same vein and around the same time as my Fantasy Skyscraper Drawings, I sketched out a few monument that I  envisioned for various locales around San Francisco. Two of them are statues with a Liberty-esque influence. The other is a fountain, held up with what looks like a family of acrobats. I hope you enjoy!

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Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Sitar

There's a cow who was playing sitar,
For the patrons at a local bazaar;
And because there's no harma, in spreading good karma,
He collected some tips in a jar.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Boundary Line


The new trend in interior design,
Is to layout your own boundary line;
Take a pen out and trace, your section of space,
Then install a great big welcome sign.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Wedge

There's a pigeon on top of a ledge,
Eating oranges sliced by the wedge;
A piece caused a big slip when it slid from his grip,
And fell down right over the edge.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Mystery Meat

Luncheon time just isn't complete,
Without a strange mystery meat;
Today's dripping-with-grease, gravy-soaked-masterpiece,
Has the odor and shape of old feet.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Pillory


There’s a bad baby girl named Hilary,
Who loved to steal heavy artillery;
On the day she was caught, her folks went and bought,
a crib equipped with a pillory.