The other day in one of my classes we went to the art museum and wrote poems about the art. These are some of the poems that I wrote that are part of a series.

Photo #1

Poem #1

I rolled my eyes at him

As once again

He grazed my lap

While reaching for our son

The old sage had cast him out

Our wet nurse had quite a pout

Our son began to shout

His friends looked on with doubt

He was stooped over me in a bow

As I asked him

"Francis,

What have you done now?"

Photo #2

Poem #2

I stood so still

My days of being agile

Were over now

I have no legs

My right boob was out

I had kind of a pout

My pupil-less eyes made people shout

My brow expressed no doubt

On top of a pedestal I sat

As people would ask

"Honey,

What do you think she's looking at?"

Photo #3

Poem #3

I lifted my arms and flexed

But I pulled it off as a stretch

I had bed head

But I know I looked good

Everything was hanging out

I sported my morning after pout

It's how you know my name last night someone did shout

Now they're satisfied without a doubt

All I've eaten this year is quinoa and kale

People ask the curator,

"Ohh

Is this one for sale?"

Photo #4

Poem #4

I possed

And suddenly I was frozen

In this pretty weird

Walking stance

My right arm was held out

But I wasn't about to pout

When my arm got cut off was the only time I'll ever shout

That hurt like hell, there's no doubt

I am wearing my mother's headband

People often stare and ask,

"Yikes,

What happened to his hand?"