I wish he wouldn’t wink at me like that!

He told me I must sit here and keep still.

Between his bushy beard and silly hat,

I don’t think there’s a chance I ever will.

 

Old Leo is supposed to be the best,

And said for us he’d paint a masterpiece;

For just a little gold, we’d be impressed,

And want to hang it on the mantelpiece.

 

But sitting on this chair for hours on end

Has left my nether regions feeling numb;

I wonder if da Vinci comprehends,

I’d rather be out shopping with my mum.

 

At this rate it could be my epitaph:

This one’s of Lisa, trying not to laugh.