Because I have over the years posted it on Xitter, but not on here, another poem by Archy the Cockroach. (He writes in lower case as he is jumping onto the typewriter keyboard head first in order to type, as in this illustration by George Herriman.)
warty bliggens, the toad
i met a toad
the other day by the name
of warty bliggens
he was sitting under
a toadstool
feeling contented
he explained that when the cosmos
was created
that toadstool was especially
planned for his personal
shelter from sun and rain
thought out and prepared
for him
do not tell me
said warty bliggens
that there is not a purpose
in the universe
the thought is blasphemy
a little more
conversation revealed
that warty bliggens
considers himself to be
the center of the said
universe
the earth exists
to grow toadstools for him
to sit under
the sun to give him light
by day and the moon
and wheeling constellations
to make beautiful
the night for the sake of
warty bliggens
to what act of yours
do you impute
this interest on the part
of the creator
of the universe
i asked him
why is it that you
are so greatly favored
ask rather
said warty bliggens
what the universe
has done to deserve me
–Don Marquis 1878-1937
–from Archy & Mehitabel
Well, just building a little on yesterday’s theme. Something else inspired by dear ol’ Geo. Herriman to lighten your Thursday.
Speaking of which here’s a great Krazy Kat strip from 1938
Isn’t that just the sweetest? Li’l blue moon bims.
This is, for the record, the best thing in the world. Also, perfectly accurate.
Fine. I’ll raise you one Buster Keaton, George Herriman, and Neil Himself in the style of Krazy Kat.
I’m already regretting this…
I think that I am much too comfortable seeing myself as Krazy Kat. Which probably means that Amanda is Ignatz Mouse. And that the internet is Offica Pupp. Or something.