The Laughing Poet

The guy in an art museum
was causing quite a fuss.

He was walking from one old priceless
masterpiece to another
laughing and shaking his head.

People began to hiss at him,
some told him to behave himself,
a few got aggressive and cussed him out.

When he got to the Jackson Pollock exhibition
he grew silent as if musing deeply.
By now quite a crowd had gathered around him.

He turned to the small crowd
and said in a clear voice:

"You People don't see what I see."

The crowd got angry, called him a philistine,
an ignorant buffoon, a dolt!
One person asked pointedly,
if he had had any art training?

The guy smiled and replied:
"No I'm a poet"

Of course security was called,
He was ejected roughly from the art gallery.

The guy made his way home.
Later he got a stick
and began to write all the famous names
of the artists he could recall
onto a large wet patch of mud, 
just their names - nothing more.

A child watched him do this
his curiosity fixed on the strange scene.

Then lastly, under the list of those famous names,
he wrote his own.

Eventually the child finally got it.

"Hey Mister," he called,
"you must be a poet!"

Both began to laugh out loud at the joke.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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