Paint Frenzy

Our house interior was looking sad,
Echoing of the previous folks,
Who have painted it a bland salmon,
We were the butt of many jokes.
So, Charli grabbed the paint rollers,
And her trusty brush,
Went to the store for some ochre paint,
And then there descended a hush.
With a blur and a movement explosion,
A frenzy if you will,
She twirled around the house,
And proceeded to the walls fill,
With a lather of a yellow hue,
Akin to the rising sun,
And with her maniacal laughter,
She seemed to be having fun.
The furniture got the treatment,
The carpet and the cat,
The computer and the light,
But not satisfied with that,
She painted the kids and I,
But chortling with my glee,
We now all blend in,
And me she cannot see.

Charli wanted to expel the demons that were the people who owned this house before us. The best way she felt to do this was to repaint the inside of the house, changing the colour from a neutral salmon to a vibrant yellow. Strangely she wanted to do this without my help. Sounded good to me.