he’s creative she coo’s
we gotta be quiet while he sleeps
he was up all night doing this
as she soft indicates a daubed canvas
slashes of colour shot through
windmill paint thrown left & right
& I can if inclined describe
the slow lazy motions gone through to do
musta taken a while I say
though I’m thinking will she get satire?
oooh yes he ponders for ages
the technique to use style in mind
then executes his vision quickly
so as not to lose the creative muse
this is beyond satire obviously
& the great man stirs hoves into view
smiling all shy our inspection of his show
takes me to one side you seen Bill?
I got me the come down blues
speeding all night I need some Valium
lets go out get some beer
we’re going out for a while
you seen my shoes?