Sometimes I wish I could paint
But then I remember school
Where my art teacher’s complaint
Of me made me feel a fool
Yet I do wish I could paint
I think it would so please me
I would then paint something quaint
Like a cottage by the sea
Or an Arcadian scene
With grass and wildflowers and sheep
Or even a dark ravine
With sides weather worn and steep
Or maybe a bowl of fruit
Or some yellow sunflowers
Or a violin and flute
Oh I’d paint till the small hours
I’ll get some watercolours
From the Merry Hill pound store
I will make lots of errors
But it'll please me to the core
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