Now I’ve written before about Tony and Chris
You’ll remember the kitchen ceiling
Well, they fixed it up right
It’s now smooth and white
The outside of the house is now peeling!

They look at each other and shake their heads
“My God! this is getting us down.
We thought we were finished
Our work had diminished
We could’ve gone for a pint at the Crown.”

But alas! there is more work left to be done
Those ledges look quite grey
Some other time
For a gin and lime
Thoughts of pints have just flown away.

Tony stands on the ground and holds the paint
Chris, he climbs the ladder
Tony’s afraid to get high
At least near the sky
To Chris it really don’t matter

Time moves on, their task nearly done
Those ledges look pearly white
WHITE! Tony starts to scream
“The colour is cream!”
Chris falls off the ladder with fright.

Now if anyone sees our two heroes tonight
They’re not drowning their sorrows in beer
Chris landed WHACK!
On Tony’s poor BACK!
They’re laid up for weeks  I fear.

There’ll be no more painting for Tony and Chris
Their artist’s career is o’er!
Never more will they rush
To pick up a brush
Their poor little muscles are sore!

Happy Birthday, Tony. We miss you.
xxxxx