Inspired by an especially drooly little brother, but also by a poem that I wrote ages ago.
I didn’t remember that today was Thursday until after I drew this, so sorry about the missing typical Thursday dogs post.
Anyway, here’s the poem, also titled Drool Monster:
There’s spit on my bookshelves and all of my toys.
There’s slobber in every last place.
My book bag for school has been covered in drool,
as well as each inch of my face.
For inside the mouth of the Monster of Drool
run rivers of drivel that flow,
and my baby sister leaves oceans of ooze
wherever she happens to go.