I paint, I paint, I paint all day
I want to go, but I have to stay
The paint fumes waft up my nose
Not as pretty smelling as a red, red rose
Stuck in a muggy building, the sweat drips down
And a clean rag to wipe my sweat cannot be found
It is now lunchtime
I only have a yogurt, carrots and a lime
I lay the drop cloths and set up the ladder
But as soon as I lay on the paint, it begins to splatter
.... and that's all I got now.
I'm out!
Hi Christine,
ReplyDeleteVery good use of the lyrical rhyming, and now I will pay tribute by writing a limerick about you:
There once was a girl named Christine from Indiana,
Who learned how to have a sweet, compassionate personality from her nana.
Her heart began to grow by joining the NSA,
It was such a glorious day,
And now she exudes radiance!