Every Cloud
A pirate met a painter and they had a little natter
Each of them seemed quite upset so what could be the matter
One of them had lost a shoe and only had one left
And one had lost an earring which had left him quite bereft
The pirate hunted high and low, the painter did the same
Neither found the thing they sought which really was a shame
What good is just one earring or a solitary shoe
Long John Silver told Van Gogh, I’ll do a deal with you.
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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