Gondolina and Nicholinas

Gondolina the Ghost

Gondolina is a ghost,
But not the grisly kind--
In fact, you'd be hard-pressed to find
A spirit more refined.
She wears white gloves and paisley
And says "Gracious, dearie me!
I'm so forgetful, I don't know
Where my poor head could be!"
She really doesn't. Gondolina's
Head lies far away--
And yet, she never goes a day
Without her Earl Grey.
"Refined," I said--are you convinced?
A lady, 'live or dead,
Would never miss her teatime, though
She may misplace her head.

Nicholinas Neverpants

Nicholinas Neverpants
Is scandalous, no doubt--
He does wear pants, but only when
He wears them inside-out,
Or on his head--well, anywhere
But where, or how, he ought.
At least he wears them--with that name,
He just as soon might not!

Quick poem biographies: Gondolina was written during an afternoon baking shift (yes, I'm a baker :) while listening to This American Life. For some reason, I chose two episodes that had to do with death--one on children dealing with their parents' murders, and one on people dealing with feeling guilty for someone else's death even though they did nothing wrong. Rough stough...um...stuff. Oops :) Anyway, I needed to lighten the mood. Gondolina has a head in her picture. This is wrong, but more visually appealing :)
Nicholinas was written today at the gym. Simple--however, it should be noted that it was while drawing Nicholas in his various states of pants-wearing-madness that I first experienced what authors mean when they talk about their characters having a life of their own. By portrait #3, Nicholas is clearly not having as good a time wearing his pants all crazy as i would have thought. Sorry, buddy.
The third picture up there is of some baby leaves sitting atop some brightly colored pencils. Yay color and adorable leaves!