The Muscles
The canvas- propped blank on the tripod
The artist- flicked tunes on his iPod
The acrylics- were blended
The paint brush- apprehended
The self-portrait- was nearly finished
The man- in the piece real distinguished
The signature- bold
The piece- to be sold
The neighbours- came first for the viewing
The locals- arrived and yahooing
The press- much reported
The world-prints imported
The painter-had flaunted
The muscles-Supported
The apprentice- flexed at his teacher, laughing at his procedure
Tennis balls- hit the ground, peas were then found also along with a reefer.
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