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