Back in the 90's, I had a hobby of following my friends around at clubs and making them write bad poetry for me. The word poetry was used very loosely. Well, completely incorrectly would be a better term since it was also used for articles, completely fabricated self-help columns and random complete and utter nonsense.
These are the results of those (often drunken) ramblings.






Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Come to Begly




By: ???


Come to Begly

You won’t regret it

Come to Begly

You won’t forget it

Come to Begly

I don’t bite

Come to Begly

Or maybe I might

Come to Begly

I’m not a tease

Come to Begly

I promise to please

See what I mean? we didn't sign it, but I'm sure it was us. I don't know why we were so obsessed with Begly. I think it's because it annoyed her. People should really know better than to tell me not to do something.

Here is the original version of the fabulous illustration I made to go with the Poem. Not really sure why I chose to portray Begly as Medusa, but it is quite enchanting. She also seems to be a vampire. And have three nostrils.






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