The Typical Tippings

Copyright; Mark Both
Email: tswagman@ozemail.com.au

The Tippings were of typical genus,
Dad from Mars, Mum from Venus,
Sibling Junior, of perfect pedigree,
Being brought up the way he ought to be
According to the family lineage,
To respect and leam from his elder's parentage.

Now, Mr. Tipping liked to tipple.
Problem was, he'd sometimes topple
When sticking his tongue inside a bottle,
And licking the last to get full throttle.

Mrs. Tipping was fond of ripping apart old Mr. Tipping.
Problem was, she's rant and rave
And drive Mr. Tipping into his cave
When she really wanted to get his attention
And love and care and genuine affection.

Now, Junior Tipping was apt to cackle
When he heard Mrs. Tipping rattle and prattle
While Mr. Tipping fondled his dreams
And came up with more grandiose schemes
That would never, ever be stitched at the seams.

Problem was, Junior came to learn
That women is his life would scorn and spurn
A man who does what he loves best,
And nag and natter and give him no rest!

So, he turned his fears into something quite quaint;
He taught himself how to sketch and paint,
But he never really quite succeeded
Because Mrs. Tipping told him he needed
To get a job...
Not like his father, who could have had it ALL,
But instead he'd rather drink himself into oblivion
every time she gave her opinion
As to how he could do with a little improvement,
And Junior needed to join the movement
of the upward young successful clique -
So Junior became an art critic.

Now, Mr. Tipping lives inside his glass,
And Mrs. Tipping says he's got no class,
And Junior's become a pain in the ar_tistic community.

Copyright; Mark Both