Comics by David

When Cartoonists Near Their Sleep: some Leunigy fun

When cartoonists near their sleep, some float down to the briny deep. They scratch away, toil and trouble, and daily they produce a bubble.

I can’t remember which of the maestro’s recent cartoons made me do this four-panel tribute. An anti-vax one? A misogynist one? Not important really. If I were going to do this properly I would have used pen on paper to best match his style. Couldn’t be bothered!

When cartoonists near their sleep, some float down to the briny deep. They scratch away, toil and trouble, and daily they produce a bubble. We can't know what their bubble means, but let these legends air their spleens. Their pen was once a sharpened knife. The bubble now's their proof of life. Some sympathy for them is due, for what they are can be us too. As sleep draws close they start to slow. Their necks can't twist, their brains won't grow. I hope that when my sleep is near, and criticisms I can hear, I take them kind, my mind is clear, and bubbles do not fill my ear.

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