Paris, Mon amour

Paris, Mon Amour

My partner’s gone up to Lisbon to see
her daughter and visit relatives,
I know this isn’t true, she is going
to a wedding in Paris, I wasn’t invited
and she didn’t like to tell me that.
I’ve painted the hall and living room,
tomorrow I’ll paint the kitchen, then
the wall around the house, the yard and
finally the wooden shutters. When she
comes home I’ll sit and read the paper,
no big deal doing a bit of painting. If she
tells me where she has been I’ll look
surprised. Still, I would have liked to see
Paris, they say she’s beautiful in May.