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Oh-Me-Oh-My Paint In Me Eye

" oh-me-oh-my... paint in me eye!" paint's in the pot... oh she is hot...paint all over the room..... paint on the floor... right over the door.... she's painting the room with a broom! paint in her hair... paint on the chair... paint on the silverware... paint on her fingers... paint on her toes... she's painting the room with her nose... paint on the light... try as she might... that paint just falls off the walls... paint on the puter... paint on the scooter... paint on the mouse... she's painting the house with her blouse... paint on the sea... paint in the sky... now she's got paint in her eye... paint in her eyes... paint on the french fries... she paints as she 'round the room flies... paint on the car... paint on the bar... she paints everything while she sings... paint... paint... paint everywhere... painting herself in a corner... paint... paint... paint everywhere just like little jack horner... paint in a bucket... paint in a can... paint in a jar of jam... she's painting the room with a fan... paint on the bed... paint on her head... painting the house with a mop... oh when will she ever stop? paint in the stable... paint on the table... painting her house with a ladle... paint on the kids... paint on the lids... paint all over the yard... she's painting that house so hard... paint everywhere... paint everywhere... she's painted her house with lard... paint's in the pot... oh she is hot... paint all over the room... paint on the floor... right out the door... she's painting the room with a broom! SeaWolf ©

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Donna Jones

Date: 8/29/2013 9:38:00 PM

Hahaha ....so funny.......you're a crack up....I'm lovin..your fun spirit.....:-)

Caribbean Seawolf
Date: 10/15/2013 2:18:00 PM

Well, Donna... truth be known... 'twas a lass in Greece rang me up with her tale of the painting task of the day... I was, well, less than entirely empathetic, entirely without sympathy, and devoid of compassion and could only think in rime at the time. Oh, shame on me...eh?