Performing the apply
With robotic strokes
Tom Sawyer would approve
As would Mister Miyagi
Painting the Fence
It's the official technique
And theonly one
Of which we'll speak
Now watching it dry
What a boring ordeal
Best to be done
After a hearty full meal
That way your eyelids can droop
Time will go into infinite loop
And before you know it
It's dry to the touch
Waiting for the inevitable peel
The watch hands don't stop
As long as you wind their spring
As does the seasons
Weathering your job
Whether sitting interminably
Waiting for it to happen
Or walking by periodically
To check on it's progression
Eventually
The cracks will show
The paint pulls up
Curls up
And it's time to con someone
Into doing it again
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