Woe betide me if Grandmother Fletcher
Sacked me and hired a different etcher
Where will I paint with such deep feelings?
Pray tell, are there any more Sistine ceilings?
Sacked me and hired a different etcher
Where will I paint with such deep feelings?
Pray tell, are there any more Sistine ceilings?
How sad, young Fletcher, canned
ReplyDeleteHis shame, touted through out the land.
Sistine ceilings, ambitions quite large
Perhaps he could start with my garage!
Methinks you chose the wrong Miss Fletcher?
ReplyDeleteWhat about the criminal catcher?
You know the one from Cabot Cove?
There's a town where mortality rates dove!
Blow out the candle
ReplyDeleteAnd take yourself to bed
The Sistine will be there for you
Long after Granny Fletcher is dead.
So you're the one that daubs the paint
ReplyDeleteAll over church roofs that are so quaint!
Grannie Fletcher trained you up?
Well stop it! We have had enough!
LOL Knowing absolutely nothing about Granny Fletcher, I googled her. Thus I came across the story of Perry Fletcher a.k.a. Fletcher the Etcher. His work sounds lovely. Do you have any examples of it you can share?
ReplyDeleteCheers! & Happy New Year!