The Art Of Poegging

I wished I could draw like my stepfather,

But it’s pure talent, he’s a master; Continue reading →

I was at the table,

Eraser in my left hand, Continue reading →

Doodle dee, doodle doo,

Now using my pencil too; Continue reading →

(To the tune of Three Blind Mice)

Three boiled eggs
Three boiled eggs
See how they’re gone Continue reading →

Over Plurk I learned what you’re doing,
Hopping around radio stations, greeting; Continue reading →