Thursday, 8 January 2015

Lyrical Waxworks

He declared his arty view of things
As one well grounded on parade
Impressively could draw a crowd
Among the guys who had it made

Brushing over all his many works
Reciting comic prose from Dante
Although he wasn’t fooling anyone
This dull infernal dilettante

Professing filigree his pedigree
Elusive tracery in mist
Would obfuscate ‘til very late
Whilst all around got pissed

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