A short verse for Nina Fraser, face-painter and commissionee of creations...
Full-face a fiver,
Two quid a cheek –
Colour me, fork-lobed lady
With your pram of party-pigments,
Perambulating festivals and fairs,
Today I’d like to be a beetle,
Possibly butterfly-browed,
Or maybe a big fierce polar bear –
Can you work around the hair?
I’m sure you can;
You can paint the crowd.
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