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The doodler

on Aug. 7, 2023

With apologies to Robert Frost* (who's actually partially an influence on this comic's look/existence, remind me to tell you about that sometime)

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His troops are on the road below;
He will not see me stopping here
The whole darn place is rigged to blow.

That spetsnaz man is pissed as $#%
That he's stuck there, not fighting fit
Between the snow and Shashka dudes
I fear I'll soon be kicking it.

I pause again and scan my map
Behind the rockpile, lying flat.
The only other sound’s the thwap
Of slippery rocks as I go splat.

The woods are lovely in this hollow,
But I keep moving, molto pronto
I wish I was in fair Toronto,
I wish I was in fair Toronto.


*Oy Moroz, Moroz, ne Moroz menya