I have a picture of a ship,
It's hung upon my wall,
Whenever I walk by to and fro,
I hardly see it at all.
When I'm all alone at home,
And bored beyond compare,
I glance at the blank white wall,
And Lo! The picture's there!
Blues turn into glorious azures,
Every green is a dazzling patch,
I can see the wind flapping in the mast,
I can see the cannon's hatch.
It's a masterpiece indeed,
The Mona Lisa's match,
The artist (of course) is me,
But then I hear the door's latch.
My parents have returned,
The picture fades away,
Leaving itself for admiring,
On another boring day.
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