Verse
The Call: Creating a Face — Cheryl
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create, …
from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
The Response: Second Verse… — Jessica
I’m Henry the eighth I am
Henry the eighth I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door
She’s been married seven times before
And every one was an Henry (Henry)
She wouldn’t have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I’m her eighth old man, I’m Henry
Henry the eighth I am
—you’re welcome!! : )
Awesome portrait of Bridget! Wow! What a mood it evokes too!
Thanks, Jessica. The black, flourishy design on the frame of the flower-shaped mirror provided a cool effect.
Our neighbor in Colorado used to sing “Henry the Eighth” to little Henry whenever he saw him. Your drum stool and the odd number of sticks looks so very familiar. : )