Ronald Kent Poet Rhyme

It's the Painter

I’m just a painter, dressed in white
In your office, painting all night
Never to see me, gone before light

Been told by your boss, you don’t like the smell
Here to please you, said what the hell
As long as they pay, all will be swell

Now during the night, while moving your desk
Rolled out from under, something grotesque
Left over I’m sure, Christmas burlesque

Next time my dear, watch out for your stock
Guy beside you, he left a sock
Not from Christmas, now I’m in shock

All have nice families, seen in the photos
Girl in the corner, lots of mementos
Guy with the sock though, he drives two Pintos

Painting near done, seen all your shows
Don’t feel so bad, that’s how it goes
Next time good people, don’t leave the clothes

The boss left beside you, a flat folding box
Place all your stuff in, including the clocks
It wasn’t just put there, to throw out pet rocks

Well now that I’m done, hope you enjoy
Color you look at, have to be coy
Couldn’t tell you, colorblind boy

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Seosamh De Burca July 25, 2016 at 7:08 PM Thoughtful write here, as like your other poems, clever story and good rhyming. Ronald Kent July 25, 2016 at 8:18 PM Always good words.

Cona Adams July 20, 2016 at 7:32 AM Thanks for the laugh, Ronald. And, thanks for the visit to read, and for taking the time to comment. Interesting point of view, yourself. Have a great week! Ronald Kent August 19, 2016 at 11:22 PM Thank you for commenting.