Sunday, November 18, 2007

I need an illustrator.

I can't draw. If I could, I would draw a picture to go along with this short poem, which popped into my head as I was lying in bed, thinking, "what strange words can I rhyme?"
The crowd at Town Topic
Is quite lycanthropic -
By day, they're just average Joes.

At night, the moon lingers
They eat with their fingers
And scratch other parts with their toes.

The picture would be of a warewolf in a diner, eating a cheeseburger, drooling and menacing, scratching his hind quarters with his back leg.

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