Whose painting is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow, I watch her laugh.
I cry hello.

She gives her brush a shake, laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sounds that break, of distant steps and birds awake.
The stories she tells are delightful, amazing and deep, but she has promises to keep.

After cake and lots of sleep, sweet dreams come to her cheap.
She rises from her gentle bed, with thoughts of kittens in her head.
She eats her jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.

Only so long till I see her face.
And tell her to shut the **** up so I can take a nap in class you *****.