1 Grisham John my artist friend is a sensitive chap so a year after my wife dies he gets me a date
2 Turns out at the restaurant the woman walks up to me like she were a floating jelly - her left eye flying, her right eye sinking her arms wild like horses and her nose tripled; each finger like a bullet and she looks in all directions all at once
3 I call Grisham John on his cellphone and I roar: You paired me up with a hideous woman!
Relax! he intones *You either hate 'em or love 'em - that's how it is with a Picasso
This poem is dedicated to ME, one of the fellow poets here at HP...now it's time for me to zzzzzzz.... This is the final poem in my current series of poems on art...