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Jun 25, 2009
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The Painted Lamb
This lamb I am painting
paint is quite thick
the surface is layered
my palette knife is quick
with a flick of the wrist
a woolen coat is at hand
it's a bit of a trick
bringing life to this lamb
with a tiny dry brush
and a little bit of white
I try not to rush for
this lamb is in my sight
a picture of bliss
of one little lamb
fresh from the womb
a fluffy little ram
his eyes half closed
with a flicker of light
to get off the canvas
he'll need all of his might
a dob of molasses
for the mother's brew
nestled in the warm hay
with her breath drew
once ran free in the paddock
looking a lot less thinner
his picture hanging on the wall
then gobbled up in Sundays dinner
paint is quite thick
the surface is layered
my palette knife is quick
with a flick of the wrist
a woolen coat is at hand
it's a bit of a trick
bringing life to this lamb
with a tiny dry brush
and a little bit of white
I try not to rush for
this lamb is in my sight
a picture of bliss
of one little lamb
fresh from the womb
a fluffy little ram
his eyes half closed
with a flicker of light
to get off the canvas
he'll need all of his might
a dob of molasses
for the mother's brew
nestled in the warm hay
with her breath drew
once ran free in the paddock
looking a lot less thinner
his picture hanging on the wall
then gobbled up in Sundays dinner
Comments
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 10 months ago
Breath drew,
deelilah
16 years 10 months ago
Hello There fm1962
Fleur MacDonald
16 years 10 months ago
Sorry you