Paint, Mr. Painter! - A Poem After Picture
The Mother - Part 1:
Oh my! How precious my baby is!
All that is mine will one day be his
His future one of a joy-filled life
Away from pain, and away from strife
Smooth is his soft and pale white skin
What lucky queen will he one day win?
I stare at his curly hair all day and night
And feed him until I know it's just right
Oh my! How precious my baby is!
One day he will guide his little sis
Oh painter, paint everything you can
Drawing such love makes you a great man
The Child - Part 2:
Here we go again, sucking on her breast
If I keep feeding, I will get fat
Come on mother, please give me a rest
You'll spoil me and make me a brat
And can't you put garments on me?
It's cold and the mercury is low
What if I freeze, or worse, have to pee?
No diaper to stop me when I go
And this artist must be from Venus
He depicts parts not meant to be viewed
Bare skin, a breast, and even a penis
The wits in his mind must be screwed