LOOK A PICASSO



LOOK MOM….PICASSO

What God painted

carved from pine with acrylic paint by Robert Margetts

Till this day I will never understand

why mother took the whip to my little hand.

I did what she said

and showed my skill.

All on the wall, not a spill

First black and then some red

rolled it

mixed it

to create the head.

Picasso would have been ever so proud,

not too abstract and not to loud.

Next came the blue and white

and the orange, perhaps a bit too gaudy,

mixed it together to form the body.

At this stage I was interrupted.

My career as an artist abruptly cut short

by a whip or a stick of some sort.

A quick rap on my knuckles

delivered her message.

And I dropped

the brush

to later pick up the pen

and now write stores of life at age ten.