… violets are blue. Look what I’ve got: a comic for you.

Man, I forgot to post an entry for this comic, didn’t I?

Poetry-time was awful fun, but I’m just glad that it’s all done.

Me, I like a little uncertainty. I think.

(Maybe not.)

I think she had a good time.

More often than not, the poems I end up with aren’t the same ones I’d started.

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings—

I got more rhymes than there’s cops at a Dunkin’ Donuts shop.

Well, it wouldn’t.

It took me awhile to figure out how to go about wrapping things up.

The key is to put a little spin on it.

Man, the comic’s four years old now. Crazy.

I thought about doing a tried-and-true montage, but there just wasn’t enough room…