Thursday, October 26, 2006

Mr. Nigel

Another nursery rhyme of mine.

Mr. Nigel was a digger of graves both dark and deep.
Stored he there his cheese and tarts,
his goodies for to keep.

'Neath his wife he hid a pie for nigh-on thirty year.
When came he then to fetch it thence
'twas neither far nor near.

For blushing bride,
though she had died,
had et it for her own.
And having said, she ate his head,
his goodies, skin, and bone.



Blogger Dave Pryor said...

Great face on that poor bastard. The horror striken look is perfect, and I love the arms clutching the earth. This one is definitely my favorite of the set you've been posting this week. Awesome job Phil.

2:47 AM  
Blogger CountChadula said...

Not only is the art great, but these Gulletty-rhymes are very cool! I squee with excitement every time you post a new one.

8:08 AM  
Blogger Sammy Chu ^_^ said...

HOw very disturbing, but I guess fairytales and rhymes were truly meant to be that way......anywhoo, I'm in love with this art style, it reminds me of the beautiful illustrations in my brothers grimm fairytale books! (which I no longer have.....sniff)

10:32 AM  
Blogger boob said...

Yeah - this might edge out the sandwhich tree for me too. One of the scariest parts for me is the tree. Those spindly spidery branches just creep me out.

2:51 AM  

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