Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for October 24, 2019
October 23, 2019
October 25, 2019
Transcript:
in the autumn a poem in the autumn, when it's fall, mother nature comes to call on every hill, in every dale, in forest, meadow, field & vale, with skill she wields her magic brush, so brings the trees to brilliant blush mother nature: we'll do the next one in a sort of harvest gold. squirrel 1: she knows they're just going to drop off, right? squirrel 2: you tell her. with her palette, bright & rich, and her taste for showy kitsch.
WCraft Premium Member about 5 years ago
Paint fast; Jack Frost is close behind!
DCBakerEsq about 5 years ago
Ma ain’t so bright, is she?
Rhododendron about 5 years ago
Planet Richard catches up with Earth and our seasons align.
Sisyphos about 5 years ago
An artiste of the first rank!
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] about 5 years ago
In Disney fairies do this.
gbars70 about 5 years ago
Those disgruntled rabbits oughta from a union.