Florence wasn't much of an inventor,
Although he thought he was
He was consumed with all things scientific
Though he contributed nothing to its cause
He dressed up like a superhero
Thinking his inventions would help mankind
With his tool belt as his loyal sidekick
Together, they rode on a machine he designed
It was a weird contraption
A time machine 'twas meant to be
Now he could travel back in time
Or to the future possibly
People thought Florence was an eccentric
But he was harmless, so they just let him be
He regaled the children with stories of his adventures
And how he often met Einstein for a cup of tea
Of course, Florence never journeyed anywhere
But the others didn't want his enthusiasm to stop
So they didn't tell him that his time machine
Was actually a rocking chair with a box on top..
Inspired by kibs' illustration :)
(I had posted this on tumblr, and received a couple of requests to post it on hR.)
I finally located my original paper cut :D
Words I live by! ;)
Trying to overcome my fear of posting my drawing attempts...
This morning, near my fireplace, I found a hat and scarf in a puddle of water
I think my snowman committed suicide....
I think it's afraid..
While little kids pray there are no monsters beneath their bed,
Do little monsters hope there are no kids above their head?