He reached fame by drawing up Lenawhose fitting last name was HyenaEach wart, overbiteand pimple drawn tightfor comic book or magazeena
Old Basil would always add moreNo pockmark nor pit did ignoreEach gruesome detailhe'd ink without failand stipple them down to the pore
In sharpest detail, never blurryhis work wasn't done in a hurry They loved him at MADHis wrinkles were radHis motto was "Wart? Who, me worry?"
His version of Alfred E. Neumanwas freakish and barely a humanThe gap in its teethwas matched underneathby abscesses leaking albumin
Now wrinkles,he'd put a lot onand pimples and warts he was hot onBut sometimes too muchis just the right touchHis portrait of Reagan was spot on
When subjects for portraits he'd posehe'd make them sit still in reposeBut as Basil drewanxiety grewfor they saw every flaw he'd expose
Post a Comment