Peter

Peter got wet on the beach today

But he did not accept his fate

And sat around in his damp clothes

He now has a chill and has since retired

To his warm bed to contemplate

His future as an outdoor artist

 

Paul

I am also an artist in the same street

But I work mainly in my brilliant studio

If I do venture out it is normally to paint

Mrs Weaver on the long grey rocks

That shield my studio from the beach

And the endless frivolities of my brother Peter