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A Man with Eclectic Tastes
His tastes were truly eclectic,
‘though the apartment was rather compact.
It had views of the city, quite hectic
Which made up for the space it so lacked.
On one wall was a painting by Monet,
A copy, but marvellously done,
On another, a Gauguin on display,
With a Pollock, Picasso and Cezanne.
The ceiling was painted bright lilac
The sofa was orange velour
His tastes were quite strange
and I suspected, deranged.
They wouldn’t be copied, I’m sure.
In the bathroom, a mural by Dali
leered out at you from the wall.
I felt a right proper Charlie,
When I screamed at The Scream in the hall.
I admit to feeling unsettled
When he showed me the etchings he’d done
It’s not every day,
You see art done that way,
But I’m sure it will appeal to someone.
Then he uncovered his tattoos
I’m afraid that was the final straw,
When he gave me a wink,
Standing covered in ink,
I just turned and ran out of the door.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/September/2018