A Portrait of Vincent Vangogh

To the proud parents, Anna and Theo A serious lad, silent and thorough A clan of preachers And dealers of art From the southern Netherlands came Van Gogh When sent to school, he did not want to go The separation led to much sorrow But he learned to draw Whatever he saw Sent off to sell art in Paris, Van Gogh His happiest time, and now in love, oh Till the landlady’s daughter told him no Now a broken heart Surly to sell art Fired from his job in Paris, Van Gogh Vincent sought out a coal miners’ burrow A priest of sorts, but a squalid fellow The church was appalled And cursed his resolve To the asylum for crazy Van Gogh? His father baffled, on the verge of foe Art interest, once again, began to grow Back to school again This time, in His name To paint in the service of God, Van Gogh School’s out, back to his parents he would go Using neighbors as subjects to ditto Proposed to his cousin Which she found disgustin’ Burning his hand to see her, holy Van Gogh!?! Now off to The Hague, a family furlough To live with Sien, a boozing bimbo A man to see ya… Caught gonorrhea Three weeks in the hospital for Van Gogh The pain of loneliness drove him back home Once again, a failed love with fair Margot Then Vincent’s father died He grieved deeply inside The tragedy further refined Van Gogh Finally, Vincent’s work was in the know “The Potato Eaters” made an art show Just add more color Said his dear brother Rubens brightened the dark gloom of Van Gogh Vincent’s diet: coffee and tobacco Mixed with absinthe began to take its toll Though he kept on painting Then Paris, more training The end was getting closer for Van Gogh The masters: Monet, Degas, Pissarro Cezanne, and Seurat in his studio Influenced his style Learning all the while That time was running out for Mr. Van Gogh Then he moved to Arles, bad health in tow Completing great works the whole world would know “Sunflowers” (in vase) “The Café Terrace” Minus one ear, the frail, ailing Van Gogh With his tattered mind, and mournful woe Committed to the asylum, Mausole With his final works “The Church at Auvers” “Starry Night” was painted in pain, Van Gogh “At Eternity’s Gate”, he was sorrow Wandered into a field, farmer’s fallow Put a bullet in his chest In hopes of peaceful rest “The sadness will last forever”, Van Gogh