Squishy squashy crawly bug called Mister Doug hardly seemed to be in a hurry of any kind whatsoever. He languished on his green throne like the very king of bugs and a rahter smug smirk adorned his royal bugnesses’ stupid friggen face. Mister Bug also seemed quite full and I must admit that whatever filled him so, must’ve been quite intoxicatingly squish-worthy too. Mister Doug the bug did move his head once but the rest of this afternoon is yet to witness any motion whatsoever from his royal bugness. Godspeed you Mister Doug…the bug…
Hi, thanks for following my blog. I am following yours and looking forward to catching up on what I have missed. Your posts are really impressive and well written, and nicely illustrated.
Hi. I am very glad you liked my work. It was a pleasure to read through your poetry.
I feel the same way about yours. I haven’t gone through it all yet..