I like my walls all painted cream
With doors and skirting’s white
It makes the sun last longer
Before it turns to night
Every year I paint the scuffs
The chips all scrapes and scratches
I always try to use the same
To make sure that it matches
But when the sun shines sideways
My walls look polka dotted
From constant years of touching up
My paintwork all looks spotted
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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You've got to sand it down first David, otherwise it will stay spotted I'm afraid. I must admit though that I am a 'touch-up' (in the nicest possible way) queen, I have a bit of a lazy streak. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX