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.
More than five hundred years is quite a while
for the time we have gazed on your enigmatic smile.
A beautiful woman’s portrait painted long ago,
crafted by one of the greatest artists we know.
“La Giaconda” has been an alternate alias.
Your creator has been hailed a creative genius.
In a museum you are now for many to behold
How many stories about you have been told?
For decades, you have been displayed in your location.
A beautiful painting scintillating the imagination.
Countless numbers come to see you in Paris.
DaVinci seems to have captured all your loveliness.
With great detail and colors so bold,
you are prized the world over, and are worth your weight in gold.
Long may you continue to be on display.
You must have been quite a woman in your day!
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