The World around me fills me with awe,
So much so that I paint and draw,
My Sketchbooks they’re busting,
With colour they’re thrusting,
Then comes the itch,
To translate in stitch,
Is it Craft? Is it Art?
Who knows – Who gives a fart?
I like what I do,
And others do too,
So for colour on walls wherever you will,
My decorative darnings will sure fit the bill.