Inspiration:
You may wonder how one creates their finest work. Well, I wrote this literary masterpiece while jogging with my dog one fine snow-dusted morning on the trails near my house, dictating it into my phone. The first half of it is a true story. The rest of it is what my twisted mind came up with (sorry to disappoint).
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
Story of my life
I see a poop on snow-dusted trail,
my keen eyes detected the brown detail
beneath the white camouflage
while out this morning dogging my jog.
And since I’m smart, I’ll go around,
no poop on my foot will be found!
But wait, ’tis not a poop at all,
it’s just a stick, straight and tall.
No poop could stand up quite like that,
a poop is soft and would lie down flat.
It’s not a poop , ’tis a kicking stick
waiting patiently to be kicked!
Brings back childhood memories
of soccer games, my Pelé dreams
dashed by bully Bob and his soccer throng,
I’ll kick 10 feet, finally prove them wrong!
Childhood freedom, a simple thing,
so I step up and take a swing.
But I never was that good at ball,
and I guess it wasn’t a stick at all….