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Justin Thyme
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since 1999-09-13
Posts 216
Oz

0 posted 2001-04-25 11:16 PM


"Leonardo's Lament or....Life at the 'Stute"

I told them I could paint real fine.
They did not believe me.
They said those paintings weren't mine!
They were trying to deceive me!

I'm Leonardo, yes I am!
I told them with a grin.
And showed my painting to them,
and then they let me in.

It was the Mona Lisa
I painted it, I said.
But they did not believe me
as they strapped me to the bed.

They shipped me off to Richmond
so they could do some tests--
examined all my functions
to figure out this mess.
They stuck me with some needles--
took blood from inside out.
They asked me stupid questions
to learn what I'm about.

They took away my necktie.
They took away my belt.
They gave me a white bracelet
that was made out of felt.
They watched me sleep and watched me eat
and sat me in a chair
and when I mentioned Lisa,
they quick shaved off my hair.

They put a hat upon my head
that looked like leaning Pisa.
And so I asked them one more time
if they liked my Mona Lisa.

I went to the cafeteria,
ate meat loaf and some cake.
I was eating very calmly --
not to make mistakes.
I sat there dipping gravy,
about to take a bite
when soon a tray flew by me!
I saw an awful fight!

Meatloaf started flying
and spinach through the air!
But I just sat there eating.
I really didn't care.
They punched each other in the nose
and threw some spoons and pie.
I ducked and took another bite
and watched the plates fly by.
I finished my first helping,
chairs, tables hit the floor.
Then rose to go get seconds
because I wanted more.

They gave me a pink bracelet
for outside in the sun.
I sat in lovely gardens
alone with everyone.
They gave me a big pill to take
and then a glass of juice.
The sun shone on the daisies.
I was feeling mighty loose.
I looked for Mona Lisa
but she was not around.
I started watching spiders
crawling on the ground.

My name is Leonardo!
I yelled until they heard.
I don't belong in Richmond!
This whole thing is absurd!

They said I would be transferred
to Saint Sophia's 'stute.
I asked if Mona could come too.
They said I was a fruit.

Life inside the institute
was pretty strange, but cool.
I'm hoping Saint Sophia's
will have a swimming pool.


signed, Justin Thyme, aka Leonardo DaVinci
artiste extraordinaire


© Copyright 2001 Justin Thyme - All Rights Reserved
Amuse_mi
Member
since 2001-04-22
Posts 110

1 posted 2001-04-25 11:24 PM


The flavor of your work is simply marvelous.

And, completely off the poetic subject.  I read an article once about how they x-rayed (or something) the Mona Lisa and there was a landscape painted underneath, as artistes had few canvases in their possession at times and would re-use them.

So, I ask, Leo, what exactly is under the Mona?

A.M.

Amuse_mi
Member
since 2001-04-22
Posts 110

2 posted 2001-04-25 11:26 PM


Oh, and also~is the Mona really a painting of a woman, or is it a feminine self-portrait?  Please, sir, settle the dispute.

A. M.

1slick_lady
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since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088
standing on a shadow's lace
3 posted 2001-04-26 01:52 AM


justin....watch those funny backwards white coats & those funny metal hats that give you a quick perm..........LOL..........you are toooooooooo funny......love your stuff....helen

"...the rest is silence" (Hamlet)       Shakespeare


Irish Rose
Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263

4 posted 2001-04-26 09:05 AM


I have a love of paintings and a sense of humor...this one spoke to me!!!!!

Kathleen Blake

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee


Justin Kace
Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 82
Oz
5 posted 2001-04-26 10:42 PM


Now Justin Kace
You doubt his rhyme
I know that face
He's Justin Thyme

Who is this guy?
He looks like me!
Comes to my 'stute
Pretends to be

The great DaVinci
Sans Hirsute...
No one but me
Will give a hoot.

It's plain to see
That he's my twin.
Reluctlantly
They let him in.

To gain entry
He had to say
He would bring me
My dinner tray.

Meat loaf he caught
As it flew by
With that he got
Sauce from his eye.

And then to my
Bedside he came
It's dinner, Thyme
Justin's the name.

He says that he
Can paint a smile
Entrancingly
With just beguile.

It is a myth
He's just a fool
He's happy with
A swimming pool

OMiGod....

Was that the ear
Belonged to Vince
'Twas in my pie
And not quite minced?

My brother dear
Brought it to me
Caught on the fly
I plainly see

How do you hear
Mister VanGogh?
This 'stute is mine
You surely know...

Here at my 'stute
He'll stay as me
I've much to do
Now that I'm free

And they will think
That he is me
I've made "The Last
Judgment" you see.

To Sistene Chapel,
I must go
Because - I'm
Michelangelo!!!

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