Glych
So, I have to admit, the lump is fun to draw. But that does not negate how things were left in the end. I hope I can do the reality of the situation justice with my cathartic cartooning. Here’s another Lump poem. *ahem*:
The Lying Lump
I know of a manipulative liar, lying on a moor.
He lies all days in moors because he has no place indoors.
The fire-panted liar, lazing about all day.
Lit his moor afire, lying to it one day.
He pondered over taxes and wondered over fees,
while all the while he was lighting the ground aflame with his knees.
Now he has no place to lie and lump around all day.
The manipulative little liar lied his world away.
