Filthy Flamingo Surf Gang

© Mulga 2012, Filthy Flamingo Surf Gang, Ink on Paper, 30 x 40 cm

This is a piece of art of which I was commissioned to complete for Duvin Design, a Florida based surf lifestyle clothing label. Singlets are currently for sale with this art on it at Duvin Design's shop.

An Ode to the Filthy Flamingo Surf Gang

When a well so deep

Owned by the goons at BP

With oil began to leak

And gush into the sea

The formation of this gang

Did all begin

When this oil so putrid

Had all sunk in

These flamingos were pink

And now they're not

Transformed by stink

And oil so hot

These birds were friendly

Gentle and kind as well

But now they're mean

And they emit a smell

The other birds

Call them stinking greasers

But the flamingos retaliate

And kill all them geese's

They terrorize the coast

And the swamps of Florida

Trashing nests in trees

And strong arming fauna

Thus goes the tale

Of the flamingo surf gang

So filthy and rough

You better believe it mang

The End

See you next time

-Mulga

Creepy Carrot Surf Gang

© Mulga 2012, Creepy Carrot Surf Gang, Ink on Paper,9 x 14 cm

An Ode To The Creepy Carrot Surf Gang

When the fruit shop shuts

After the last order

These carrots go nuts

They hit the water

One carrot is a board

The other surfs on top

They surf as a hoard

When the fall they flop

The rival gang

To the Black Banana crew

They learnt new slang

They shun the stew

Any banana they see

They draw their blades

They slash with glee

They lob grenades

When they make a kill

These carrots get creepy

It makes me ill

It gets kinda freaky

They peel their foe

They eat their innards

They grow a mo

And act like lizards

With the skin

They make a cape

It makes them grin

Makes them a convex shape

This story is weird

But i must contend

Just as I feared

It's come to an end

See you next time.

-Mulga

Silly Sausage Surf Crew

© Mulga 2012, Silly Sausage Surf Crew, Ink on Paper, 30 x 42 cm

An Ode To The Silly Sausage Surf Crew

The Silly Sausage Surf Crew
Are the zaniest meats
In the whole stew

They are crazy
In their meaty brains
Sometime hazy
Often playing games

They love to carve
Each other good
Freaky sausages
Up to no good

With knife and fork
They love to feast
They hunt like a hawk
And attack like beast

When cut they bleed
Slimy sausage juice
Like an oil leak
Or a stinky moose

You'll often find them
On the BBQ
Chilling with onion
And things that go moo

Put them in your
Chewing hole
Clench your teeth
And hear them yell

That's the sound
Of the Sausage Crew
Being eaten
By big bad you

The End

See you next time
-Mulga

Black Bananas Surf Club

Mulga, Black Bananas Surf Club, Ink on Art Paper,27 x 20 cm

This is the logo for the mythical Black Bananas Surf Club.
These guys were the baddest fruit crew east of the plantation.
They always carried a knife in each hand wherever they went and were not afraid to slice and dice when the occasion called for it.
They once sliced a mango so bad he had to be juiced.
They were also capable surfers who surfed the biggest waves around Banana Island.
Their surf boards were made of banana bread and they didn't wear any pants.

See you next time
- Mulga