Life of art
Tate to tarts
modern farts
Vincent van Gogh
it broke his heart
life of gates
to open our state
to get home late
missed my date
pet dog fred
hid a bone in the shed
time to go to bed
life of a tale
as i drink a jug of ale
which was very stale
open up my mail
to a whistling gale
life of sails
cricket to bails
boat for goats
near the moat
not to late
to get the tide
in for a stormy.ride
life of chains
killing fields
of blood sweat and tears
brave slaves so brave
god was in there hands
as history will
always remain
went unpaid for years
life of a fool
you think your so cool
hot head to rule
such a tool
fell asleep. in the bloody pool