by Get Fuzzy

Water,
water,
everywhere…
I didn’t do it.

Many thanks to the readers who forwarded the link to me. Here is another one — the hilarious run-up cell that gives a taste of Fuzzy’s logic:

S: You wrote a poem?
F: “Wrote”? Sir, I am bloated with steamy wonderousness. My poems are not so much written as they are excreted.