Maggie Hambling,
Sketched her mother in the coffin,
Suppose that's something that artist's do!
Me, well, I'll play cello and paint her face like a clowns
And squirt her with a novelty flower,
Before taking a selfie for prosperity,
(With my mother, that is,
Not with Maggie) ,
Before she's even dead.
That's just what weird people do.
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