There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many children she didn't know what to do
If I were this woman with many an heir
I guarantee I'd be pulling my hair
For I simply cannot stand the screaming
I'd go insane and I'd start scheming
I'd flay them alive or boil them quick
Bash in some skulls with a candlestick
The last of them I'd slay with an axe
And when it was done I could fin'ly relax
Whee, a small delve into my insanity! Heee. I fucking hate children. <3 Writing that poem felt really, really good after three months of working the summer in a headstart, lemme tell you.
The Whore Whom I Hate--the one I told you about that I had to work with--wanted me to draw a picture of the Shoe that the Old Woman lived in for the midgets to color.
So I knocked this sucker out in about a minute and a half, plus re-inking to fix a few skinny lines.
Yah, it looks like Link's boots plus laces; shut the fuck up.
Mech. pencil, Sharpie; ~3-5 minutes.
artwork (c) K.A. Towers, June 2006