14. Tick (Inktober 2021)

The Ticks

by Douglas Florian

Not gigan-tic.
Not roman-tic.
Not artis-tic.
Not majes-tic.
Not magne-tic.
Nor aesthe-tic.
Ticks are strictly parasi-tic.

(As an aside, I am behind again with Inktober!!)

A Santa Catastrophe

by Moi

Santa came to our house last night

The last stop on his weary flight,

Thinking of cookies or dreaming of beer.

Whatever, something happened I fear.

Headfirst he tumbled out of his sleigh

As all of his reindeer just flew away.

He fell straight down, downward into

Our old and tarry chimney flue.

Needless to say, he raised quite a fuss

And I heard many a new-to-me cuss.

We are not sure just what to do

So Santa is stuck in our dirty old flue.

I confess, the only good thing about a Brussels sprout is to draw it . . . no matter how cooked, I just cannot enjoy them. Oh, well.

― William Shakespeare

I am far behind on Inktober 2021, but the brain still works a bit, as does pen and ink.

Old I am, not looking great,

Sour as a pickle is my fate.

Thus I draw, by the hour,

Pickled pickles with pickly power.

Koshers, dills, gherkins, too;

Polish and German, to name a few.

And so for Inktober’s theme today

Is sour and then some, all the way!