Picasso That Lasso Poem by Michael Gale

The myriad of paintings hang crooked to wall...
Threatens to shutter and shake and fall.

The nu-die cutie...
Showed off her big booty.

For all voyeurs to gleefully, see...
That His great brain still imbued,
next akin to the gutter, near Ye.

Masterpieces crookedly remain askew...
Juxtaposed to an inwardly and outward
inside out like view.

One eye up here, and one other, over there...
Reveal to all, a visionary woman in shades
of blue paled, next to Her over sized ear,
and blonde curly and unraveled, hair.