Here is a silly little project that I made this evening. It is a very short poem accompanied by some short silly illustrations. You may well ask, “what’s happened James? Get back into the print workshop and do some of that proper illustration work that you usually do!”. I ask myself the same every night.
Incidentally, the poem reads:
When we came to assemble our table,
We found out it arrived one leg short,
So it fell to our daughter, young Mabel,
To provide us with extra support.
Based on an unfortunate mix-up surrounding an Ikea purchase. No joke.