Or so i'd like to think this background looks like somewhere over there . .
Also i swear i'm the worst micro ever..
*biggest
https://www.dropbox.com/s/htmjflaka.....d5/RynFinn.jpg
Also i swear i'm the worst micro ever..
*biggest
https://www.dropbox.com/s/htmjflaka.....d5/RynFinn.jpg
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 960 x 1280px
File Size 184.6 kB
Ice cream hued macros; all the better for licking,
The sort of pads designed for little folks sticking -
A cool colossal fellow,
Chillax, relaxed, mellow,
Intermingled flavours on an immense paw -
A hint of cookies and cream under his jaw,
Clutching little bunnies between his toes,
Demonstrating where the littlefolk goes,
As an artist crushes and squirms in thrashing throes,
And the river beside idly flows.
The sort of pads designed for little folks sticking -
A cool colossal fellow,
Chillax, relaxed, mellow,
Intermingled flavours on an immense paw -
A hint of cookies and cream under his jaw,
Clutching little bunnies between his toes,
Demonstrating where the littlefolk goes,
As an artist crushes and squirms in thrashing throes,
And the river beside idly flows.
Little bunny on twitter twitter,
Your comments make my heart flitter,
A kind comment to induce a swoon -
The kind of thing that makes a poet croon,
I suppose I could go on to speak,
About other things that make micros weak;
That sort of shudder-stammer-squeak,
That they give when you make a bridge creak,
Or the sort of semi-groan in pain,
Of which they can hardly refrain,
When you lift your paws and thoom,
Threaten them with their sole-based doom,
But I think ice cream macros are a bit sweeter;
I could have them by the spoonfull, if not liter,
Recount their rampages fondly with a dreamy smile,
As they stretch their legs out - fifty foot or even mile.
Your comments make my heart flitter,
A kind comment to induce a swoon -
The kind of thing that makes a poet croon,
I suppose I could go on to speak,
About other things that make micros weak;
That sort of shudder-stammer-squeak,
That they give when you make a bridge creak,
Or the sort of semi-groan in pain,
Of which they can hardly refrain,
When you lift your paws and thoom,
Threaten them with their sole-based doom,
But I think ice cream macros are a bit sweeter;
I could have them by the spoonfull, if not liter,
Recount their rampages fondly with a dreamy smile,
As they stretch their legs out - fifty foot or even mile.
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