Hello, Burritos. I’m Becky; reverse-parking enthusiast, sock knitter, and full-time weirdo behind Mz. Donkey.
Growing up, my dad wrote songs about me eating cereal. At the time, I thought all dads did that...
Now, I write poems that confuse adults and delight children. Sometimes they confuse children and delight adults. Either way, that’s a win.
My life’s mission is to increase your daily magic by 3%. That’s it. That’s the whole business model. If one line makes you laugh-snort or a painting makes you wonder what went wrong (or right), then I’ve done my job.
And lucky me, I get to keep doing it. Apparently, there are a surprising number of people out there (you!) who like this stuff, too. You odd, magical, glorious, beautiful Burrito.
Join our little corner of the internet. I’ll send you the good stuff—backstage sketches, early drafts, failed rhymes, and maybe a poem about you (if you're lucky. Or unlucky. TBD).