Thomas was a painter Who found there was no colour That truly said "I'm alive",
Who spent the better part of his life Trying to sketch summer skies,
And if you meet him on the street, He'll say, "I think I'm dreaming; I know that I have seen your face At the bottom of a shot-glass Do you think you could show me the way
To be truly invisible?"
Penny was a poet Who could never find the words To say "Thomas, I love you",
Who spent the better part of her life Poring over dictionaries.
Now if you see her on the street, She'll say, "I think I'm dreaming; I know that I have seen you face In the barrel of a shotgun Do you think you could show me the way