A Parabola By Picasso
A Parabola By Picasso
On piece of paper painted picture of a parabola
And started cutting it off with a small spatula
Put plaster of Paris in protruding plastic syringe
After seeing ugly color I then started to cringe.
All the color on parabola had just been sprayed
Out in bright sun is where finally had been laid
Poor parabola outside until it all did dry
And then it was sold to someone passing by.
Parabola and artist they both did part
Now in galleria is perfect, priceless piece of art
On who for this artful should we place the blame:
Did you know Picasso happened to be his name.
An observer of Picasso paintings was half-lit
And chewed up Picasso picture bit by bit
By creator he voraciously had been beguiled
When it was spit out all of the people smiled.
So even though you may not be the smartest
And on picture of parabola worked the hardest
Ray of hope on it appeared from out of the dark
All the other great artists gave it a glowing remark.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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