I live near a street called Merrimac, and every time my chauff… boyfriend drives me past it, I sing that annoying Miss Mary Mack song because I’m five. And  this print looks like a red version of Miss Mary Mack in my mind, except I guess the song would change to:

Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
All dressed in red, red, red
With lots of chairs, chairs, chairs
Up by her head, head, head

She asked her boss, boss, boss
For paid time off, off, off
But that slave driver, driver, driver
Would only scoff, scoff, scoff

So she cracked a chair, chair, chair
Over his head, head, head,
Now she’s covered in blood, blood, blood,
But the bastard’s dead, dead, dead.

I miss childhood.