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Leonardo's Lament or....Life at the 'Stute
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Leonardo's Lament or....Life at the 'Stute |
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Justin Thyme Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 216Oz |
"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 |
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Amuse_mi Member
since 2001-04-22
Posts 110 |
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. |
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Amuse_mi Member
since 2001-04-22
Posts 110 |
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. |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
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 |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I have a love of paintings and a sense of humor...this one spoke to me!!!!! Kathleen Blake |
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Justin Kace Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 82Oz |
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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