Mona Lisa Mask

Mona Lisa hovers to the stadium Since legs and arms abandoned her Sporting an Escher painting strange Upon her face below the eyes Unrecognized by paparazzi types She floats above the football masses Sad because she has no feet to run Or arms to catch an errant pass What’s the use of being famous When your face is hidden beauty And being dead makes it worse Even harder than you might suppose What’s she hiding behind the smile Behind the disguise among the masses Framed in glass must be fantastic In a Mona Lisa mask