Sunday, August 7, 2022

Poem - Bowser's Lift


This sketch took me three hours.

Tired old boss, one that is most weary.

Pesky Plumbers out of his back, he is called yet again.

The lure of the crowd comes, he must lift heavy pipes. To perform like a rock star who must stand on stage.

For his Loved Minions
For His Beloved Routine
For his Love

He must provide for his kid for this contest. Or back to his job. All of it daunting.

To be twirled around by an analogue stick, from his tail round, rolling and out.

Tired, The boss most weary must face one of those days.

Was meant for the 4th, Happy bowser Day!