Poem: Red Can Spread.
Red Can Spread.
.
You paint that stool red
While I’m at the salon,
Tommy’s nagging wife told him
To get the job done.
.
Though he painted the stool
Just the best he could do,
All the table was marked
So he painted that too.
.
He was pleased , till he spied
All the drips on the floor,
So he painted that too
And made marks on the door.
.
So he painted the door
But he spattered the wall,
Other marks were concealed
When he painted the hall.
.
Then the stairs were all smeared,
So he painted them too,
Then the bedroom, the bathroom,
And even the loo.
.
In the kitchen he washed
But he ruined the sill.
As he painted the window
The fumes made him ill.
.
When his lady returned
With her newly coiffed head,
She took one look around
And she really saw red.
.
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