Mr Andrews
This is the life!
What else could a man want?
Handsome face, wealth, bride, and a personal painter;
I hope he paints me properly, with a bit of nip and tuck here and there.
He better paint my wife properly too,
I don’t want her looking ugly,
What would the world say?
I cannot bear the thought of it.
Well no need to worry, I’ve got it all under control;
Flash some money under his nose and he paints the world’s most beautiful, delightful and wonderful picture
What would I do without money?
God knows
Well I would not have Mrs Andrews here for starters.
Mrs Andrews
My life is over.
Why do I have to sit in this position?
This corset! I can’t breathe!
In addition, I have to put on this stupid posh accent for the whole time this painter is here
I have to pretend that I am painting something like a child for me to hold.
How sad.
I can’t believe that this man bought off my parents so easily.
He played with our weakness and got a ‘beautiful lady companion’
Please! Reach out for the sick bucket;
Be sure to give me one as well.
I am definitely going to need it the most listening to this old crackpot 24/7.
He even mumbles in his sleep
Oh god!
Your not going to kiss me now are you.
I would rather wear this corset forever then kiss you.
I loved this! Original and wonderfully wry.
ReplyDeleteI really like the depiction of Mr Andrews as money-obsessed - and the fact that it was only money that bought him not only this artist but even his wife! :)
And the stroppy wife preferring a 'sick bucket' to a kiss from her husband. An excellent subversion of tradition.
Well done.
Thanks for your comment,I was quite nervous that it might be too simple.
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