Art Poem by Sophia White
Art
Rating: ★5.0
There’s a fellow on my desk
His name is Art Bigotti.
He is a mannikin, and yet
So human in his mood.
Sometimes he is dancing,
At others, he leaps.
Now a prima donna
Now a soaring Icarus.
I sketch him, and well,
Yet never can I capture
That mood he holds
His poise, that is very well,
But he is an elusive
Personality.
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4/26/2024 11:11:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Art Bigotti -! - this poem is just wonderful. Dazzling, in fact. You know art, all right!