From the Archives

Here's another piece from my now ancient children's book: One Strange World.  This one was easier to draw.  My kids seemed to enjoy it along with the other poems about hemorrhoids, hickeys, and hobos.  They may not remember the book now, but they seem like normal kids to me.  Guess I didn't warp them too badly as they prepare to leave home (for good?) and leap into life.


Two Clams

Two clams washed up on a sandy beach
And both of them talked for hours.
They talked until the sun went down
And when the clouds brought showers.
Both clams talked as long as they could
In their shells that looked like a cup.
How sorry they were when the tide came in
And they both had to clam up.