a painter

a Famous painter

The wheat field is as blond as a German milkmaid.
yes, the one who sits on my lap in the shade of
an olive tree
The painter is angry with me for appearing in his
idyllic picture, showing up in an electric blue
scooter, only the sky is supposed to be Zerlulian
Easy now, my grumpy painter, too much liquid pleasure can be harmful
The road in your landscape is a mamba, killing
blue rabbits of any color, and the post-van has
 not been invented yet
The afternoon sun is fierce, and the milkmaid
has gone home, a bunch of thistles, this scene
makes the old painter smiles