Painting! Painting! Painting!
I am forever wretchedly painting!
It's what I do away from work,
For a household needs maintaining.
Relax, chill, enjoy the breeze,
Drink some tea on the sunny patio.
She says with a hint of a smile,
Then adds there's more work in tow.
I'm sadly resigned to my fate,
For I am a dead man walking.
And she who must be obeyed,
Forget any back-chat talking.
I stir the paint and I'm off,
A ceiling, a wall, and many a door.
White gloss, matt and vinyl silk,
These smelly paints I do deplore.
More whiter than snowy Antarctica,
More milkier than a Jersey cow.
More chalky than the Cliffs of Dover.
Never to use white again I vow.
Hours later or is it centuries,
Every task is now complete.
I make my self a cuppa,
Absolutely dead on my feet.
Nice job she says back from work,
Then adds her deadly foot-note.
It'll dry out by tomorrow and...
You can give it all a second coat.
Wonderful, wonderful poem. The brilliant Poet has indeed a great way with words and he can always think of a theme that can entertain and inform a reader. Brilliantly crafted and presented. Very entertaining with a tinge of humor. To my Poem List.
Nice and truthful. Painting painting painting Fainting fainting fainting The smell of thinners for sinners Panting panting panting Not enough air down the stair Not enough light in sight To see the hues and colours Painting painting painting Panting panting panting Lol.....sorry to mess your flow (floor with paint) ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Shaun on the discontents of D.I.Y. I really like the imagery you deploy to describe the colour white and then there's the wonderful acerbic wit running through it. What's not to like? Anyway, it's a titantic tin of white paint inspired 10 from me!