I would be the first to admit,
And few would disagree,
That I am no oil painting
(Unless you include Edvard Munch)
No one would look at me twice.
And yet, she did.
And she tells me she loves me,
Every day.
I suppose that old saying
Must be true
What the hell you looking at
It’s rude to stare you daft old bat
I think I’m gonna look right back
Some might call that tit for tat
That bloke you're with seems quite refined
Doesn’t seem to be your kind
His taste in women I’m debating
Clearly, you’re no oil painting
You’ve stared at me for quite a while
Debating if I smirk or smile
But here’s a secret you should know
that look means I’ve just let one go
So, rest assured that I’m not down
And that my smile is not a frown
Don’t listen to that tour guide geezer
I’m not a moaner… and my name ain’t Lisa
15 November 2021
Contest: Become A Painting
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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