Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

They're hanging his work at the London Tate
They'll pay him in beer (two dozen in a crate)
He reckons his Muse will ensure he keeps painting
And the fame will prevent his missus from fainting

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

They're hanging his work at the London Tate
They'll pay him in beer (two dozen in a crate)
He reckons his Muse will ensure he keeps painting
And the fame will prevent his missus from fainting