Ars Gratia Artis
She stands before some framed mish-mash,
that seems to me a plate of hash.
“Look closely at this painting dear,
do you find deep meaning here?”
I stand and gaze professorial style,
with stifled laughter, stifled smile.
I poke my finger in the air,
with a critical look, and a critical flair.
“It’s the product of a master’s hand,
primordial dawn, in a primordial land.