Henry Dresses in Drag to Paint Like Grandma
Henry was not a good painter at all
Until he channeled his Grandmother Gall
She made him dress in an imaginative way
Wearing her clothes and a hairbow gray
Henry’s paintings were suddenly very good
He began wearing Grandma’s sweatshirt and hood
So much better! His spirit guide said, guiding his hand.
He painted great but was the laugh of the land.
For people in a small town rarely get away
With dressing in drag for an hour, let alone a day
But Henry was dressing in gowns and aprons too
For his paintings were now selling as fast as his brushes flew.
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