One Sunday morning I sat drawing
Whilst the snow outside was thawing
And the funny thing is I can’t even draw.
Well this winter season
Had given me a reason
As the trees look pretty in the snow.
Then my hand was shaking
And my pencil started breaking
When I realised I wasn’t in the know.
Although pretty soon,
After you walked in the room
That I broke down and began to let it show.
So your gave me your pencil
And your favourite stencil
And pretty soon my skills began to grow.
But I could not get started
Because I was half-hearted
But soon the pictures all began to flow.
Well all my imagination
Has it’s own explanation
And becomes a little stone for me to throw.
You say my funny pictures
Leave you quite in stitches
Then you turn and look and say “I love you so.”
Now I want to justify you
But instead I just defy you
As I decide it’s best if I should go.
And so you sit there crying
And you say “don’t be denying”
As three times outside a cock does crow.
This burden I could not carry
So I said “let’s marry”
As I knew you’d say the opposite of no.
Husband and wife we became
Until shortly my fame
Was there on show for all the world to know.
Within each and every picture
I’ll always be with you
So you’ll never have to feel alone.
It’s funny how these pictures
Come from tiny little twitches
From the feeling of your love below.
© Kris Blackburn 25/08/2015 (original version circa 2003)