He's the sort that draws on foggy windows,
Pooches his lips out big and fat,
Then flattens them on the pane.
Now a lolling tongue swells out
And larrups about the condensation,
And now a hundred fingerprints with sugar cookie crumbs!
Splat splat splat from top to base,
His handprints wondrously appear--
The Dandy Door Decorator!
I paid goooooood money to have such a luxury.

-jenn