Upon a promontory sat the Flantical, in coat and hat,
In curled toupee and beaded gloves (the sort his sort of person loves),
And sang a tune so bold and sweet, a choir gathered at his feet
And joined their voices, fine and strong, to this his pure and sacred song,
Admiring both his vocal fire and handsome mien in that attire,
And so anon, the Flantical and choir closed their canticle
And all dispersed, but all retained the melody that still remained
In head and heart; that is the story born upon that promontory,
And each Flantical now loves to sing it, wearing beaded gloves.
Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing Kathryn. Take care and God bless.
I’m glad you enjoy my silly stories and creatures! 😉 Bless you, too, Samina.
Have you ever tried to get a children’s book published? I expect the field is highly competitive, but you have a knack for both the writing and the art to illustrate it.
Why, thank you, Sir. I am on the verge of releasing a children’s-book-for-adults (*not*, mind you, *grownups*) on Amazon, a black and white collection of my beasties and bombast, and I’ll let you know when it hits the virtual shelf. All publishing is not only highly competitive (as I know *you* know!) but in such flux nowadays thanks to the internet that I decided to just embrace the latter and see what transpires. Time will tell.
Best (virtual) wishes to you.
Thank you kindly.
While it’s not an *exact* self-portrait, I like to think I share some of his best/weirdest qualities. 😉
Love your imaginative words and art.
It’s so very nice to have this digital playground where I can run around stark naked and shout nonsense and nobody seems to mind!
Not only do we not mind…we enjoy your playground as much as you do.
So glad you’re willing to romp around in it with me! 🙂
He is fantastic!
Or flantastic, as the case may be. 😉