"I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief, Although thou steal thee all my poverty; And yet love knows, it is a greater grief To bear love’s wrong, than hate’s known injury." -- William Shakespeare
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you gone?
I've run off to Hollywood to look at the stars. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what have you done?
Didn't look both ways and got run over by cars. -- D.Orlando (with apologies to Mother Goose)
[ink and Zipatone on illustration board, PS filters]