THE ART SHOW

At long last the day had arrived

The portraits were all hung in plain sight

The poems were matted and framed

They all said, we're glad you came

To read us, to bleed us, to wish us all well

Our heads are so fat and still they swell

The guests were mulling and walking

Pointing works out, while glasses tinkled

Some Artists arrived to defend their honor

As if a critique could make them a goner

The lights were muted & music played softly

The high & mighty laughed loudly

The hor d'oeuves were a blast

The portraits were popular

The poems outclassed!