Re-uploaded due to video/audio issues. Enjoy! (again) lol
Written, animated and performed by Brandon Rogers.
This was a poem I wrote way back in high school. The only way I could
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Re-uploaded due to video/audio issues. Enjoy! (again) lol
Written, animated and performed by Brandon Rogers.
This was a poem I wrote way back in high school. The only way I could get the same feel that I had in my head was to animate it - I could NEVER film a story like this. LOTS of green screen, CG, and photoshop. The entire thing was made frame-by-frame and was a project of mine for 8 months. SO glad I'm finished with it! Haha.
Original poem (written in 2005):
"The Tale of Wendylin Wayne" by Brandon Rogers
Wendylin Wayne was eight years old.
She loved a boy named Gary Gold
She'd follow him here,
and stalk him there.
Watched him floss
and comb his hair!
But alas, gary Gold could not say the same
for rumors have spread of poor Wendylin Wayne.
These tales, though harsh, seemed heavenly true,
that Wendy was a witch, practicing horrible voodoo.
Some say she lived in a cottage of bones
of the children she ate in their very own homes.
Some say she casts spells
to make gnomes come to life,
chasing children down halls
with a long, rusty knife.
Some say she's a spy,
who's cleverly sly,
who eats dogs and cats
in the midst of July.
But why
oh why
would these other runts lie?
Spreading fake truths
making Wendylin cry?
But soon, years had passed and the tables had turned.
Wendylin grew gorgeous and Gary had burned.
His looks-- once handsome and filled with such pride
Had faded away, resembling worn-out cow hide.
His head, twice the size
bags under his eyes
his pride-- rather full
and his morals-- minimized.
But Wendy's strong heart, oh how it still throbbed
for Gary all these years, for this modern-day snob.
And soon, one fine day,
on the third of May,
she approached Gary Gold,
and she started to say:
"Mary me, will you? You're greedy and cold,
but in my own eyes, you're still Gary Gold.
I've loved you the same since day number one."
But Gary was scared; he wanted to run!
"Had I not been so w
