Based around Spike Milligan's poem 'Onos'. I decided I needed a few landscape piece in my Negotiated project. They all still stick to international paper size though.
We have cracked the midnight glass
And loosed the racketing, star-crazed night into the room
The blind harp sings in the late fire light,
Your hand is decked with white promises.
What wine is this?
There are squirrels chasing in my glass.
Good god! I'm Pissed!