Dear followers, I must thank you for your dearing support and amazing conversations you have given me. In honor of you, I have created an Ode to Paint parody poem on the sneaky nature of art and the humor that it brings. Keep searching and following, and creating great conversations! In such a short time, I have made so many great friends on here, and I will always thank you and be close to this community!
Id like you to imagine a shakespherian version being read of my poem, by my favorite character of all, Bob Ross.
Ode to Paint
Oh woe is me
Stuck in my mysery
The paint has found
Another woman you see
We are shocked in dismay
at this cheating array
All this time and money
We spent on you, our art
And how do you repay?
By stabbing us in the heart!
Tricky is your paint to mold
Into a creature we are told
We squeeze and we control
Like it is our witch
Taking out our anger
as the paint finds the brush a kiss
But our paint is something of a sexy nature
Which keeps us company without a partner
We talk to it like we are out of our minds
While it cheats on us with the canvas’ lines
Many are painters who are a lonely man
Who sells canvas’ in his van
He never shaves
And dreads parties
For what he craves
Is found in she
He gripes and greams
And goes bald from his screams
Using up his mothers monies
A painter is an entertainer
Searching for constant approval
Do we not love ourselves they ask?
Or are we just wearing a mask?
We love you paint,
You are our closest friend
But we will never forget
Never again,
@ Camile McGregor