On Watching Paint Dry

Watching paint dry is a pure conjecture And, I might add, infinitely superior To attending an Economics Lecture. One morning, as I do recall, We shuffled into the Lecture hall And soon to drown out talk of Quantative easing, Which I assume is a laxative cure We raised our eyeballs to the ceiling Counting the spots arrayed up there. No doubt he thought his speech uplifting Seeing us gaze at the heavenly spheres. If we'd only been able, during that incredible lecture, To watch some wet paint breathe out its moisture And thrill to slow changes as it lightened its colour!