Paint, The Phantom Menace.

It doesn’t matter how far away I am from whatever Hubby is painting, in the clean up stakes, I always get some on me.
Last time, a pair of joggers and a red tee-shirt ended up in the bin: the joggers because the petrol trying to get the paint off stained the fabric, and the tee-shirt because it had one dot too many.
Today was no exception as I’d kept to the other end of the boat, yet all I did was take the (closed and tied) bag containing the dirty paper off Hubby and collected his keys from the hook.  By the time I got to the gantry, I had blue measles.
blue spots
This (the hazards of painting) brought to mind a little ditty that, like The Dog’s Meeting, I believed had been penned by my Dad.
Again, no copyright infringement is intended, so if the true author is out there, my apologies for not giving you credit (as well as for a variance in some lines that I can’t quite fully remember).
As they say in the movies,
this is a work of fiction and any resemblance to events or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Sonia Snell

This is the tale of Sonia Snell
To whom an accident befell.
It happened one day as does to many
That Sonia wanted to spend a penny,
And so she entered with modest grace,
The properly appointed place
Where she sat in meditation
On the seat provided by the Railway Station.
But alas, she was unacquainted
That the seat was newly painted,
And so imagine her surprise
At her inability to rise.
This gave the most astonished Miss Snell
Give voice to a resounding yell,
Which brought out all the Railway staff,
Who were most polite, and didn’t laugh.
The Station Master took one glance
And quickly called an ambulance,
Which on arrival had no luck,
In freeing her, she stayed stuck!
‘Well,’ said the driver. ‘This takes all
She’s got a wooden wear-with-all.
Has anyone seen the like before?’
‘Yes,’ said a student, unashamed.
‘Frequently Sir, but never framed!’
stuck

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to Paint, The Phantom Menace.

  1. scifihammy says:

    hahaha Good one 🙂

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