Anton the Aztec Goat

© Mulga 2013, Anton the Aztec Goat, Ink on Paper, 21 x 30 cm

An Ode to Anton the Aztec Goat

A goat called Anton rowed his boat

Every day around the castle in the moat

And in that boat he wore a coat

And its patterns were great, he was known to gloat

“In the Incas I obtained my patterned coat”

In his daily journal is what he wrote

The coat was payment made in full

For head-butting one rampaging bull

He butted the bull and it ran away

And he saved all the village folk on that day

But that was a long time in the past

And now he can’t even run that fast

His time is now spent as a goat in a boat

Paddling in a moat while wearing a coat

It might seem silly but it floats his boat

That Anton the Goat who’s known to gloat

The End

Mutant Cowboy Zombie

The Tale of the Mutant Cowboy Zombie


After the heist on the bank

They shot old hank

Left him to die and stole his take

Only he didn't die

He turned into a pie

The sun baked him good

Like only the sun could

His flavor was chicken and curry

But he was in no hurry

Got bit by some a freaky  wolves

Turned into a mutant with big hoofs

He galloped around

Then a flood came and he nearly drowned

But he gained the power of ten thousand suns

And set off to track down those bums

Those double crossing cowards

Weazly pickers of flowers

He found them in the saloon of a desert town

Drunk as skunks and acting the clown

They had looks of fear

When they saw his mutant lear

And his disfigurement ever so severe

His chicken curry skin glistened in the light 

As he reached for his shooter with his hand on the right

His aim was perfect and shot them all three

With but one bullet that buzzed like a bee

After that he took a drink

And sat down for little think

What kind of life is this for a mutant freak

With a chicken curry face and hooves for feet

So he joined the circus and he was a success

The moral of the story is to be your freakiest best

The End

See you next time
-Mulga

Tough guy bearded man wearing beanie folding his arms

This is an example of the art which will be in my upcoming art show Longbeard's Anonymous Monkey Factory.
This is an example of a person who does not do little twirls like a ballerina.

Here is a poem.

He sports a mean beard
And a look to be feared
A beanie sits a top his head
Don't cross this man or he'll make you dead
With arms crossed and gaze intent
He aint no friendly gent
His body language tells me this
So don't be expecting no sloppy kiss

The End

See you next time- Mulga