It’s been a hard day, with homework and such.
I pick up my pencil, pen, and old dirty whiteboard.
I pick up my binder and upstairs I rush
With want of a story we could all love so much.
At least for the moment, everything’s blurry.
And as I sit down, like snow, ideas flurry.
Fierce as a storm, I put pencil to paper,
Knowing all involved would thank me much later.
I can still hear that inspiring song
“You can do it!” it says, urging me on.
Sweet candy in my mouth, knowing things just got real,
I prepare for fulfilling my personal deal.
I scribble a box, with a scratch and a scritch.
Adding the insides would now be a cinch.
Then in goes a circle, the base for a head.
Now, quickly the body; now I think I’m ahead!
Last is the speech bubble, also in pen,
So something sarcastic gets added again.
I find my mistake, and that’s what I get.
I shade in the backdrop for a final effect.
I examine my work; just look what I’ve done.
It’s a great masterpiece, but that’s just panel one.
But I’ve got about five more pages until it’s all over
And my end-of-year deadline looms ever closer…