Whistlers Mother

She thought she had nothing to gain
and posing for it would be a pain
but son insisted
against her wishes
her portrait gaining a lot of fame

Women would look at it and bristle
holding tight onto their epistles
but not their men
they loved the new trend
her long black dress making them whistle.



10-24-17
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Rodrigues Avatar
October 24, 2017 at 10:11 AM
This is cute, Cheryl!
Hoffman Avatar
October 24, 2017 at 7:29 PM
Thanks so much for very kind comment and visit Kim; appreciate it!~Che :)
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