An art shop to me is a sweetshop to kids,
A pick ‘n’ mix of pastels, pens and paint lids,
With a five-minute gap and nothing to do at all,
I will pick up my marker for a quick scrawl.
A reckless outline with no room for mistake,
I just take up some paper in a momentary break.
Yet it turns into a much longer absorption,
Filling in the thick lines with more precaution.
Making my drawing lively and fuller,
The black liquorice outline and sherbert fountain of colour.