Bear Hat Bob

© Mulga 2013, Bear Hat Bob, Posca on Paper, 30 x 40 cm


An Ode to Bear Hat Bob

Bear Hat Bob is an outdoors guy
At home in the mountains and under the sky

He walks around with his sunglasses pink
Even at night it seems odd you might think

Bart the Bear was his very best friend
The wilderness they journeyed from end to end

One day in the spring they came across a river
The water was cold it made them shiver

They attempted to cross on a fallen tree
But Bart fell into that freezing stream

He couldn’t swim so he drowned to death
He had breathed his last, his very last breath

Bob was so sad and he cried for week
He cried in the day and he cried in his sleep

To remember his friend, the Bear called Bart
Bob wore him as a hat and now they’re never apart

The End

Art Show Cubed

These are 3 posters for the 3 art shows I currently have art in.

The dates are as follows:

1. Snake Turban Steve and Friends runs till 12 October.
2. Living in a Glasshouse runs till 2 November 2012.
3. Good Jelly Sketchbook Exhibition runs till October 2018.

Go and check them out if you are in the vicinity.
-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

Where's My Scalp Zombie

© Mulga 2012, Where's My Scalp Zombie, Highlighter and Ink on Paper, 21 x 30 cm

This zombie is not to happy, he lost his scalp.

He cries tears of green ooze and longs for the day when the cool winds of change did not ruffle the insides of his subconscious.

You can buy this guy on a sticker here.

Here's a poem about this creepy creature

Where's My Scalp Zombie

His scalp is gone

His brains are green

His head was sawn

By things unseen

The birds do nibble

He collects the rain

He's prone to dribble

We can see his brain

Oh the horror!

Oh the strain!

To have uncovered

Thee precious brain!

The End

See you next time

-Mulga