I have pink-washed my house

So it stands out in this street

Of dour and dirty dwellings

Bright amongst the dull facades

That so mar this pretty little coastal town

 

I am an artist a poet and an author

Of licentious books much read

Nobody speaks to me in the street anymore

But I do not care why should I care if my lovely wife

Quite fair hangs out her washing as naked

 

As the day she was born

Wearing only red lipstick