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With crooked beaks,
And eyes that droop,
There's no strange a thing,
Than a Nincompoop;
Microscopic,
By any means,
They nest in lint,
Inside your jeans;
And when you try,
To use your brains,
They scurry up,
And take the reigns;
They make us into
Dolts and dupes...
Oh naughty little
Nincompoops!
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Six foot three bespectacled ginger-bearded designer and illustrator. I also poetify with rhymification. www.waynedorrington.co.uk
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So THAT'S why I mess up whenever I try to use my brains! Thanks at least now I know who to blame 😜😝 that was good. I like how your creative brain works. But you must have seriously high patience levels to get all those symbols etc right for the pictures!
@chy thanks - yep it's a slow process of trial and error. Often ending in my asking myself why at 3am
@waynedoz forgot to say how much I love every little scrap you write. It's witty but it's also playful (thank God we don't have to be completely dull as adults) as well as honest and razor-sharply observed.
Not sure if it was nincompoops that made me forget to say that, or the idea of you in Pam Ayres clothing.
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