Paint The Windows

 Paint The Windows

 

Over in Ukraine last night

There was bombs and shootin’,

And the threat of nuclear might

Was aired to all by Putin.

 

Sanctions failed to make him stop,

But darling, don’t despair,

Let’s drive to the paint shop,

And buy some whitewash there.

 

For whitewash painted glazing,

Deflects a blast they say;

There’ll be less chance of blazing,

If one such comes our way.

 

Unless a nuke falls too near,

Committing us to hell,

In which case, never mind dear,

At least I loved you well.

 

Meantime, grab a shovel;

Before the war begins,

We’ll dig a cosy hovel,

Well stocked with food in tins.

 

And then we’ll paint the windows,

Quaff alcohol with meds,

See which way the wind blows;

And prep for Hine’s “Threads”.