Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for December 30, 2014

Calvin, having to listen to your poetry would tire anyone.

sweet dream Hobbes

Go away, you little Vogon.

You were fine until that last line, Calvin old sock.

Hobbes is that pooped from staying up all night wondering when spaceman spiff will make an appearance

The sun makes a tiger completely relax,Reducing the chance of surprise attacks.To Hobbes, a nap is a true delightIf Calvin doesn’t stand and recite.

Give a tiger a break, kid. If he’s sleeping soundly, warm and comfy, then he won’t jump you when you walk in the door.

I welcome the solace that comes at days end,For peace and contentment for my dear stuffed friend.My constant companion, wherever we go,My conscience, my sage, and my alter ego.

Thursday, my goal is to be a cat that gets to lay in a sun pool most of the day…

Mowing YOU down when you come home from school, of course…

I can really relate to Hobbes today!.At least the “pooped” part…

@RootsInDM: Glad you enjoy them. I enjoy revisiting the best of the older strips and sharing them. I’m really looking forward to next week, because we are nearing the end of the reruns that were published during Bill Watterson’s second sabbatical. Sunday we should begin the final year of Calvin and Hobbes (1995).

Tigers don’t appreciate good poetry anyway.

@RootsInDM: Art museum? Hmm……..“Just around the corner you will see some of Bill Watterson’s finest work, from his 1995 unrestricted-Sunday-panel period.”“Stay together with the group, please………”

@Thirdguy: Good poem. Here’s one for you (and others):The posters this morning have unusual names.We often can’t tell if they’re male guys or dames.There’s Leftwing, Orinoco, Rshive, Tah, and the Bird guy,Roots, Frugal, Liver, Leading, and Never and Thirdguy.

One of my favorite strips.

I have a female that always runs out to greet me in the cold weather. Well not exactly, she climbs into the engine compartment of my truck to find a warm spot. I always have to bang on the hood to check before I start-up. I can’t lose her, she is my best mouser.

One more,

Our dear old friend, commenter Hobbs,With trivia he constantly throbs.Though he leaves us for Lent,Wherever he’s sent,He returns to the Go Comic mobs.

@Thirdguy: Heh heh. But is a limerick true poetry? Be careful, or they may revoke your poetic license.Click here: B.C. (September 17, 2009)

@Nun ’Ya Bidness: “Rhyme Schmyme!”

Hobbes can’t sleep, unless Calvin can, apparently. Lol

What kind of verse structure is that? It can’t be doggerel; it must be catterel.

@neverenoughgold:I’m also maleBut with a tail.

Sheesh, indeed. He should let let sleeping cats lie. It’s ironic that he’s throwing DOGgerel at a cat. Well, maybe not ironic…just Calvinish.

I quite liked Calvin’s poem.

Can’t say the same for ol’ Hobbes though!

xxx

It’s not “Ode to Spot”, but it works!