32 cans of Campbell Soup,
Andy Warhol bought at a store,
To knock the art world for a loop.
Painted on canvas, each can bore
The exactness as in still life.
What was the motivation here?
Is this true art? Questions were rife.
Are things really what they appear?
All Andy said was his Mom would
For years fix him the soup for lunch.
'Twas for him a memory good.
He loved all 32 a bunch.
Inspired by Mom, the Soups today
All all at MoMA on display.
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