LIFE DRAWING CLASSES
Life drawing classes in Chelsea
The chance of a lifetime fulfilled
A chance to perfect my technique
I should’ve been delighted and thrilled.
But it wasn’t quite like that in practice;
Whilst I became more and more zealous
I found to my utter dismay
My fiancée grew terribly jealous.
So I gave up these classes to please her,
My art took a secondary place
To a contented future with landscapes.
Yes, I gave in to her whims – just in case.
So, I never will be a Paul Rubens,
And Lucien Freud’s not for me.
I timidly gave in to persuasion,
All governed by wifely decree.
Cartoon – Acknowledgement to artist unknown. The other 4 sketches are my own – WHB ©
Roland's Ragbag 
Good work
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Thanks for your appreciative comment Derrick.
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There is still time yet Roland to become the next Paul Rubens. Another great post.
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My libido couldn’t stand the pace, Davy. Rubens’ ceiling at the Whitehall Banqueting House was one of the last sights King Charles 1 had before he lost his head on the scaffold just outside. What a way to go!
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It reads like a good poem Roland.
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