Rich and I are moving. I was going through some notebooks and found these two drawings and a poem, all of which were created on the road trip/tour we took down to Florida in the Spring. The first drawing is of a sloth escaping, and the second was created after surely listening to NPR for 8 hours straight. The poem was composed when I had to use the restroom, and I think we were driving through Baltimore. It goes like this: Baby Bladder You got a baby bladder Little babies growing up fast Climbing baby ladders
Please feel free to expand on this concept and e-mail me your rhymes.