Abstractionism
I met a man, forever wishin'
Who could not align of his condition
His head , he knew, was in his mouth
Which certainly hurt his health
He found a friend on the roof
Whose shoe, exactly, fit his tooth,
Together, they found a prognostician
To advise of their conditions
“Lucky, both, I will paint your perditions
Toes in mouths, with arty renditions,
Perhaps, you’ve heard of me,
I’m Dali from Paree”
Copyright © Lou Schreiberg | Year Posted 2010
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