My OperaDear Diary, Under the bed, under the bed.....
By Wizardlokutus-prime. Saturday, December 6, 2008 11:57:56 PM
under the bed, under the bed...mp3
A Painter was musing,
she'd run out of space
and her artwork was mounting
around her workplace.
She needed more room
but the laws of expansion
meant soon she would have
to move into a mansion.
Under the bed,under the bed?
she looked and she looked,
and then she just said
"I must put all my paintings
under the bed.
But I need a big bag
or something to keep
the paintings undusty
'neath the place where I sleep"
She'd heard of a Painter
who'd had an idea,
it seemed like a good one
a solution quite clear.
VanGogh stuffed his artwork,
so it was said,
higgledy piggedly under his bed,
and he slept near the edge
with his head on the right,
where his ear used to be,
an unlobe-ly sight,
but his other kept listening
throughout the long night.
Nobody knew
if his paintings all growed
in hilly-fication
where he had them,
bed-stowed.
all that is known,
from what has been said,
is the monoeared master
stacked them under his bed.
The Painter I mentioned,
the one in a muse,
shrugged her slim shoulders,
she had nothing to lose,
and she muttered aloud
"If it's good for Van Go'
then it's good for me
and I'll make that my stow".
but the law of expansion
it hungers for space,
her bed was pushed higher
and soon her sweet face
was touching the ceiling
quite out of place.
she fell off the bed,
one early spring day,
and climbed to her feet
as she started to say
"I must look for more room,
and must not be aloof
to the idea of putting
my stuff on the roof"
I saw her last week
she was digging a hole
in the back of her yard
and she said "it's my goal
to bury that overflow
up on the slate
that covers my house
for I fear I can't wait.
The paintings are growing
'cuz i'm painting faster
than the guy with one ear,
that old dutch van master!"
I turned and I left,
but as far as i know
her deep mine of paintings
continues to grow.
In Madagascar they're nervous
and pleading "no, no!".[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]
under the bed, under the bed...mp3
poem & audio (c)lokutus prime
(inspired by something I read over at Pam's page on http://my.opera.com/PainterWoman/blog/the-three-peppers)
A Painter was musing,
she'd run out of space
and her artwork was mounting
around her workplace.
She needed more room
but the laws of expansion
meant soon she would have
to move into a mansion.
Under the bed,under the bed?
she looked and she looked,
and then she just said
"I must put all my paintings
under the bed.
But I need a big bag
or something to keep
the paintings undusty
'neath the place where I sleep"
She'd heard of a Painter
who'd had an idea,
it seemed like a good one
a solution quite clear.
VanGogh stuffed his artwork,
so it was said,
higgledy piggedly under his bed,
and he slept near the edge
with his head on the right,
where his ear used to be,
an unlobe-ly sight,
but his other kept listening
throughout the long night.
Nobody knew
if his paintings all growed
in hilly-fication
where he had them,
bed-stowed.
all that is known,
from what has been said,
is the monoeared master
stacked them under his bed.
The Painter I mentioned,
the one in a muse,
shrugged her slim shoulders,
she had nothing to lose,
and she muttered aloud
"If it's good for Van Go'
then it's good for me
and I'll make that my stow".
but the law of expansion
it hungers for space,
her bed was pushed higher
and soon her sweet face
was touching the ceiling
quite out of place.
she fell off the bed,
one early spring day,
and climbed to her feet
as she started to say
"I must look for more room,
and must not be aloof
to the idea of putting
my stuff on the roof"
I saw her last week
she was digging a hole
in the back of her yard
and she said "it's my goal
to bury that overflow
up on the slate
that covers my house
for I fear I can't wait.
The paintings are growing
'cuz i'm painting faster
than the guy with one ear,
that old dutch van master!"
I turned and I left,
but as far as i know
her deep mine of paintings
continues to grow.
In Madagascar they're nervous
and pleading "no, no!".[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]
under the bed, under the bed...mp3
poem & audio (c)lokutus prime
(inspired by something I read over at Pam's page on http://my.opera.com/PainterWoman/blog/the-three-peppers)
