A Banana Hammock Limerick: There once was a man they called Hulky-- Whose strict discipline made him quite bulky ---He was never one to indulge ---So much as a yank of his bulge And that's why he was always so sulky.
(The following is a continuation of this post) Well, G. Edward, this sounds like some kind of horrifying Dystopian Nightmare scenario, in which case I suppose the genre I would choose would be whatever subject or information would help me survive the longest. But then on the other hand, would I even want to live in … Continue reading G. Edward Asks: If You Could Read Only Genre for Your Remaining Days Which Would It Be?
The Star-Nosed Mole The star-nosed moleLives his life in a holeHe doesn't seem to mindThat he's completely blindIn fact, he thinks it's swell.It's really just as wellthat he can't see any clearer--Imagine seeing that face in the mirror!
Still I'll Survive You may squash me with your shoeswith their laces neatly tiedYou may grind me into the asphaltBut still, I'll survive.Does my hardiness upset you?How foolish you should presumeThat I wouldn't make my homeBeneath the rug in your living room!With every turn of the seasonThough in the cold I may hideI'll return with … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 20. Tread
Poor Betty... Betty's Wardrobe Malfunction Once a year, in the fall, the ogres hold a costume ball. Betty didn't quite know, if she really wanted to go. In the end the choice was moot, given the fit of her human suit.
Rawr! Bears and Bears and Bears and Bears I'm plagued with bearsin my nightmaresin my dreamsthey're here they're thereBears and bears and bears and bearsBears and bears everywhere!Bears in the houseBears in the hallsBears in the kitchenand the bathroom stalls!Bears and bears and bears and bearsBears and bears everywhere!Bears in the basementBears in the barBears … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 16. Wild
Leg end Right there, about at the ankle. .... What? ... That's the leg end. ... Where the leg ends. ... ... ... ...I'll see myself out. ...but just because I have to stretch my legs. I HAVE NO REGRETS. Screenshot of Hana from Fire Emblem Fates
Look! I bought markers! The Satyr I tell you the truth, this is no lieabout how it was the satyr died:He lived in a grove of shady oakswith other lusty satyr blokes.He chased the nymphs as he was taught,but there was one nymph who would not be caught.He followed her into the forest deepwhere strange … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 14. Overgrown
Oh, how the tables have turned. The Dragon Feast Sick of eating only sour carp and nasty sturgeon--The dragon went in search of tasty virgins.He thought he had found a smorgasbord--But instead was devoured by a virgin horde!
There they are! Special Delivery! When you are old and getting frail,There's no need to grieve, to weep or wail--Just ship your dentures to yourself in the mail!And if you wait just a little while,The postman will deliver you back your very own smile!This will be twice as nice, because by then,You will have forgotten … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 8. Frail