Every summer in the proliferate woods, in an area not so remote,
The fuzzy raccoons and porcupines would gather 'round to dote.
Their well-to-do fun however, would never last too long,
as the chickadees did flee, trilling a foreboding song.
From beneath the foliage rose, a creature of such disgust,
It turned the good natured critters to a hatred-driven lust.
Before you know it, Fisticuffs! A good bout sure did loom,
and the winner won the honors of putting the thing to doom.
~Fin
Would you believe that I spent forever writing that poem, submitted the piece and discovered that for some reason it didn't submit and then had to rewrite the whole thing? It happened. Luckily I remembered most of it and the parts I didn't remember ended up better.
The piece is comprised almost entirely of random commissioned work so I feel I did rather well at keeping the colors to 33 (damn you transparency). That's all I got. |
Top Pixel Art - January 2007 (#7)
nice