I stare at BoxJam.

He stares back at me.

It's like a staring contest

that he always wins, because

he's a drawing.


I am BoxJam.

BoxJam I am.

Do I like black eggs and ham?

Do I like them on a train?

Do I like them in the rain?

Would I, could I, in a house?

Would I, could I, with a mouse?


{{author's note: so bad it's embarrassing}}