The Sardonic Smile
Faint mysterious humour was just a facial rumour,
although you knew she meant business when you were with her;
I was carried under my master's arm for ten years,
when I was finished, nothing was as it appears.
I smiled because I knew I would be worth a fortune,
finally placed in the Louvre, not for sale anytime soon;
La Giaconda looked at me with her mystery,'
for five hundred years she had sailed thro' history.
I sat for a long time while Leo created my face,
suddenly it was done, everything moved at a pace,
no one would ever match my inscrutable look,
or really appreciate just how long it took.
You wondered why my smile was brought about by a new lease,
it was because I caught a glimpse of Leo's private parts behind his codpiece.
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