Monet - Poem by Douglas Scotney
I went through the Monet twice,
never once said 'nice',
though that is what some almost were,
though some of them looked bad,
'tis said because he couldn't see,
though some of those looked good to me.
One of my favorites was a silhouette
of Parliament House in a fog
and one of my bad was a scribble,
'Willow Leaves in a Bog'.
They put it on a souvenir plate.
I wondered why
but I supposed what they thought
was that food
would look better on a bog
than on 'Parliament House in a Fog'.
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