• I'm painting me floor,
    What color, you ask?
    Why, red, of course,
    And I paint it fast.

    It's like a red rose,
    Though not quite as light.
    It's more like red wine,
    Shimmering at night.

    I've chosen this color
    for the shade that it is,
    It reminds me of love,
    And a soft, gentle kiss.

    But like that lost love,
    There is something odd
    About what I spread
    As I pray to my God.

    For you see, with this method,
    I just cannot miss.
    I simply cut with my knife,
    And spread with my wrist.