17 May 2012
I passed an art gallery one day
A painted lady was looking my way
Asked the owner, what is the fee?
Nothing mate, you can take her for free
So home we went, my lady and I
And I grew to love her as time went by
But I soon discovered her strange intent
Her brown eyes followed wherever I went
It seemed she wouldn't have any other
And treated me as her oil paint lover
I invited a girlfriend round to supper
But my lady, she was quick to scupper
For with one glare from her big brown eyes
My evening's company had said her goodbyes
So now every day and every night
Is spent within my lady's sight
But it's not so bad, I have to brag
At least I'll never hear her nag...
Art • Opuss № I