The Portrait Poem by Silence Dogood

A man asked a lady
To paint a picture of his face
To paint it with perfection
Along with style, ease, and grace.

The lady kindly answered
Her voice as thick as honey
I'm sorry sir I can't oblige
So he offered her more money

And because she was in need of it
She shyly took his doe
And asked the man to drink some tea
Before he had to go

But because he was in a hurry
He could not take one sip
So he left as quick as he arrived
Leaving one fat tip

The lady smart as she was
Knew with that amount of doe
The man wouldn't have room to care
With way to big an ego

But like any painter with a client
She did just what he asked
She painted a picture of his face
Where no good could yet be masked

She didn't use one colour
But painted black and white
Each stroke an arc of perfection
Leaking dark instead of light

And all the time she painted
She painted with a smile
A portrait of a man
So cruel and oh so vile

And when the man came looking
For the picture of his face
He found that the lady
Put a monster in his place