I'm supping Pommegranite and Grape Tea

Wishing for Marshmellows
and..........
Milk
Ak Well!
To Err is Human
To Forgive
Divine
Perhaps I shall
Even
Go ot Church

Friday the 13th is Bad Luck for some!

But today is Saturday
The 14th
And a feather
Crossed My Path
In My Bedroom
Sunshine in Winter!
Today I entered into
A Silent Auction
For One of Master Paterson's
Paintings
I took Yoghurt
And Wether's Original
To My Mum
Who was playing Bingo
I rubbed
Anti-Flam
On My Mother
Dropped in on Dot & Peter
And in on Daryll
To give him Cigarettes
Humanity
What an FUNNYUnfortunate Flo FLOCK!
And I got
Another Job
Working for LOVE
I already have a Doll
And I Will earn the Pram
And I shall Nurse
The Doll
Until the
Pain
Eases in Me
Self Psychology!

Risque!

I WOULD NEVER do this!
But I have to admit
That it is so CLEVER
That I have run with it!
Thanks to John..............
"Highway to Heaven"
Is the title
I painted this at Sandra's
And showed it to John
And Voila
The Artist
Is Always
Trouble with a Capital T!

I Spied
With My
Little Eye
A Book on
Human Anatomy
With Sandra!
The Idea is based on a Joke
About Julia Roberts Legs
That they are the Stairway to Heaven
But in the Book
This Gorgeous Brunettes
Figure
Was So Exquiste
I had to Honour
Her Pose

The Cherry Tree

When the Cherry Tree Blooms
All Ornamental
Bright Barbi Doll Pink
And I take my Meds
My Heart
Feels Lighter
And I think of John......
Lennon
Maybe there
Are Solutions
And of John..........
Our Prime Minister
Doing his best
To cut the cloth
To suit the Recession
What a peculiar Age though
When Art Dealers
Sell Works of the dead
For Millions
Yet the living
Almost
Always
Need a Day Job
I should be
Like Seraphine
And get excited
Over
What Colour
My Hyacinths
Will be
But it is
Passion
That I miss!

Seraphine

Loves Trees
And Insects
And Letters
from her Art Dealer
She's an Artist
That had no time for Art
Because she was too busy
Cleaning
Isn't it funny
Or Sad
That we listen to
Songs
About Vincent Van Gogh
About how We didn't
Listen Then
But Hope
We Listen Now
All in All
I believe
That We
Still
Generally
Crucify Our Artists
And Musicians
With
LACK
of RECOGNITION
My father always said
"There's no point in being an Artist"
It doesn't put BREAD
On Your Table
Sadly, Now that he's DEAD
I believe him
And have Chosen
Madness
For COMFORT!

I FEEL ALL FLUFFY

I Feel all Fluffy

Like a Marshmellow

Sweet inside

From the

Simple Act

Of a

Little Boy

Calling me

Aunty

Sunday