ITP: ~*Moe Moe Megane!*~

[suppliesdemand]

[Suddenly, the world is much blurrier than usual!

Those who usually wear glasses will find they have inexplicably gone missing, while those who are normally non-spectacled suddenly find themselves with someone else's prescription lenses in front of their eyes.

Have fun sorting that out!]

((4th wall friendly mingle post!))

Comments

[suppliesdemand]

What the... All right, who took my glasses?

[poeticroach]

(Tiny cockroach in disproportionately large glasses, banging on a typewriter.)

camp apparently
please retrieve them posthaste
i am getting a headache

[suppliesdemand]

[Looks around, but only at about his own eye-level]

I will once I can figure out where you are.

[poeticroach]

(Archy waves, then tries banging on the carriage return a few times to make a little *ding ding ding* noise.)

down here
do be careful where you step

[suppliesdemand]

[Looks down and squints.]

I think I see where you are... What exactly are you?

[poeticroach]

i am a poet
a vers libre bard
i tell stories from the under side
the dark hidden squalid seamy corners of society
where the so called respectable dare not go

i also do quatrains

[suppliesdemand]

Is that so...

[Reluctantly crouches on the floor to try to get a better look.]

Is there much profit in that profession?

[poeticroach]

no but i have few expenses
i can live for a week on the remains of an apple
if you call that living

all poets should be cockroaches
or have a day job
or both

oh
my columns for the new york evening sun
earned me some discretionary income way back when
but alas
a dime don t buy what it used to