- Vol. 03
- Chapter 04
Typical. We were both smiling just a minute Before this was painted.
Still laughing at that joke I told The night before, When we drank cider and stretched out On the floor, ever so slightly pissed. In this we look so stern! And I'm not even looking at the artist. Typical.
You'd just buttoned up the top buttons on your shirt When they began to paint. It's cold, you said. And I made a joke about your bald head And it took ages for us to make our faces serious again. I guess we tried too hard.
If that artist had painted us from a bit further away Perhaps it would have shown My hand resting in the small of your back.
Straight faces! The artist kept telling us. We were laughing too much At first.
But we got there in the end.