The Painting

The Painting

One day,
I was painting a painting,
A picture,
Of a girl who loves singing.

The colors I used,
Were so many in number,
There were so many,
They would even confuse a plumber.

The soft colors,
White and baby pink,
The colors were fantastic,
That i couldn’t even blink.

The picture,
was coming to an end,
My back was hurting,
As If I did a backbend.

It was finally done,
The hard work had brought colors,
It was fantastic,
And it even looked fun.

Now is the time,
To get up and shine,
Start your painting,
Instead of drinking wine.

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