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Le Squirrel Sat For Le Painter
Le Squirrel Sat For Le Painter His canvass set And oils based, He zeroed onto her providence. His lips miming Rhode Island here Big Apples there. She scowled her impatience. Her eyes dismissing his. Although, Him noting her dark chocolates, Sweet looking, Cloaked as balls of fire, And a posture gorgeous and erect. And so was he. She was a beauty And a beast ... As levity was short on her, But long on him. If only she would give in It would make for better strokes, A better potrait. Thus ill fated In his mind, This potrait sat on thin ice. Little squirrels jumping in, Ski jumping off her nose. Swoosh! Another one. Swoosh! The third missed. Crash landing on her lap, Smiling. A caricature off and galloping. His horse neighing in absentee. Seeds of a lampoon sprouting. His mind jumping To conclusions. He raced. The potrait moaned. He dabbled a little oil here, A little oil there. A pinch of rouge On her cheeks and lips, And highlighting a reflection In her pupils. Chocolates never looked so bitter. He finished with sparkles In her hair, flaming. He paused, Adding a little depth and gradation to her forehead, pointed and blunt, like a squirrel posing at his party. After all she was. For hues,a reddish brown, and swirls, No mistaking that of Le Squirrel. He had a little ways to go And a lifetime of laughter. He added squirrels jetting From her mouth and ears. And that bushy tail, He thought Wiser of not making Her into a porn star His mind thinking, her seated, the bushy tail jetting up between her thighs. No. Upon realization, her eyes squinting at the portrait in disbelief, Le Squirrel screamed. The shrill heard around town, Making the artist rise. connie pachecho 8/31/17 Inspired to write this poem after reading entries to the Artwork-Poetry Contest
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