Was it on a Starry Night
That Gauguin lobbed off your lobe
While you two were fencing?
And you and Paul concocted
Fabled self-mutilation
To avoid embarrassment
And quite probable arrest?
While I'm sipping Saint Remy cognac
And listening to Don McLean's VINCENT
Viewing Self-Portrait With Bandaged Ear
I shall contemplate these too tough questions
THX so much, Dillip for adding this controversial poem to your favourites.
I heard about that Finally, I can say I am not the only that heard that
Ha! Richard, you made me laugh. What a concept! He lost the ear fencing, instead of the way we were always told. Great imagination! One of your best poems, I think.
I really wish I could attibute this concept to mine imagination. Truth be told, there's a new book coming out that will finally set the record straight. THX for your wonderful comments, Cowboy Ron!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Here here, or ear ear! !
That's quite cleverly funny, David!