and here it is... my revenge!

A gift for you monsieur...

mega response

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat:
They took some honey,
and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note



The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"



Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing!
Oh! let us be married;
too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the bong-tree grows;
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.



Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.



They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;



And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

JAPAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!

Now cop this.



JAPAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!!



Keeping it topical.

sorry for the wait!

Here's a new little squiggle for ya, will be interesting to see what you do with it...



This one almost got me but not quite! It got the whale though.

Whack Back!

But now it's your turn to sink your teeth around THIS!



That was a tough one indeed.

upping the anti

I think this will be quite difficult...

annihilation

After living underground for a year, Male Molecrickets play love songs loudly outside their burrows during a wet summer dusk. Females flying in the air judge the sound he makes and may be attracted by his call. She mates with him in his burrow, but after mating she will force him out of his burrow forever and will stay there and lay eggs.
Used for sex and homeless, the male molecricket crawls off vulnerably into the night.

THE WAIT IS OVER!!!!

And the challenge has been issued.

Booka-booka

Chew on this!

In your eye lemon pie!

you say 'what's for tea?' I say, a serve of hot dancer

Return to Sender.

What you got for tea?

TAKE THAT!

SHAZAM!
Right back atcha!