The Spoonbill Generator

Pablo The Optometrist's Friend

Picasso, in his early years, [Ethetran]

Broke his nose while chasing gals [Kansas Sam]

(He never listened to his pals) [Beefy]

He took advice from horny steers. [Dassn't Say]

No wonder Pablo felt so blue [Beefy]

And did what all good cubists do: [P]

He moved one eye across his brow [Roland]

One eye went east and one went south [Dassn't Say]

Two ears elided with his mouth [Roland]

Which twisted round, I don't know how [N]

It all made sense to Pablo, though [Dassn't Say]

No doubt, his confrere, Braque, would know [F]

But when he tried to climb the stairs [P]

To fetch his shattered violin [loaf]

He knew he would begin again [Anon.]

To peddle freaky fractured wares [Dassn't Say]

And Pablo-style, he'd make it big [N]

For art is not exact, like trig [F]

Picasso, at a wiser age [N]

Still suckled at the muse's teat [F]

And sauntered to a diff'rent beat [N]

Though victims claimed he was not sage
(His mistresses could vouch for this) [Anon.]

He'd found another mouth to kiss [Beefy]

Contributors: Ethetran, Kansas Sam, Beefy, Dassn't Say, P, Roland, N, F, loaf.
Poem finished: 1st September 2003.