Thursday 10 January 2013

Pre-Raphaelites

Get up in the morning, painting for bread, sir,
so that every mouth can be red.
Poor me, Pre-Raphaelite. Aah.

Get up in the morning, painting for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be red.
Poor me, Pre-Raphaelite. Aah.

James Collinson, he just packed up and leave me.
Darlings, he said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, Pre-Raphaelite. Aah.

Germ them a-tear up, PRB is gone.
I don't want to end up like Bitumen mud.
Poor me, Pre-Raphaelite. Aah.

After The Clique that caused us some harm.
Our art style bought the farm. You sound the alarm.
Poor me, Pre-Raphaelite. Aah.

Poor me, Pre-Raphaelite.
I wonder who I'm working for.
Poor me, Pre-Raphaelite,
I look a-down and out, sir.

1 comment:

Anderw S. Mooney said...

My ears are alight.