The Overpopulated Studio

The bed room is nice with all the facilities It's furnished with all the needed utilities, An artist is sleeping in it, smiling and dreaming, He has just finished a wonderful painting, In a studio adjacent to the bed room, The painting broke in two, a bride and a groom, A painting of thinking and reproducing life, Somehow it broke in two, a husband and a wife, The couple has developed communication in literature, Thinking was evolved in love, sex, and reproduction, Life remained nice for sometimes in poetry and fiction, Fantasies were developed in powerful armatures, The fan went on rotating for the colourful creatures, The vast studio is now full with uncountable colours, Flowers are still painted and still have sexy odours, But the studio has become too small for the works of art, How sad the brush is painting now bushes of thwart! I am afraid of a mutiny of increasing paintings, The artist is still sleeping and dreaming, What of if they break in through the doors of the bed room, If the artist awakes he may destroy the bride and the groom!