Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Stickfigure
Stickfigures hide in the dark
In pens and pencils
Clouded by paper
Waiting to leave their mark
From freehand and stencils
Along they caper
Jumping and dancing
Like the wild old cavemen
Hunting and romancing
More wild than ravemen
Their obstacle is imagination
Wanting more muscles
And something that rhymes with 'ation'
Living in every town including Brussles
The original gangstas of art
Long drawn on walls
Canvases and a shopping cart
In the schools and down the halls
Locked forever in permanent poses
Whether the good guys or bad
Unproportioned limbs and no noses
Most smile others sad or mad
Some expressionless
Later found
Still the stillness
Tall and thin or short and round
The people of many races
Always have different and multiple faces
poem
by
Phil Kellogg
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black