Painting and Boils

Because it goes through my mind whenever I think about the fact that the painting is almost done at the new house:

Bessie’s Boil, by Robert W. Service

Says I to my Missis: “Ba goom, lass! you’ve something I see, on your mind.”
Says she: “You are right, Sam, I’ve something. It ‘appens it’s on me be’ind.
A Boil as ‘ud make Job jealous. It ‘urts me no end when I sit.”
Says I: “Go to ‘ospittel, Missis. They might ‘ave to coot it a bit.”
Says she: “I just ‘ate to be showin’ the part of me person it’s at.”
Says I: “Don’t be fussy; them doctors see sights more ‘orrid than that.”

The Rest of the Poem, and how it relates to Painting

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