Painted Lady


I saw a painted lady

In a garden once, some other day;

If it was a butterfly I would have carried on my way;

But, it was a lady, painted;

Body paints, you know;

Underneath, quite naked,

So, I fainted!

I do that

From time to time,

And to the floor

I had to go.

The painted lady helped me up

And made sure I was fine;

Then she popped me on a 17 Bus,

And I was home by half-past nine.
I never got my prescription from the chemists

That fine day,

I had to go back the day after;

And the day after that;

And; well, to cut a long story short…

the painted lady 

had gone away.

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