Salvador Dali examined his poo
An unusual thing for a genius to do
He rode in a taxi with cauliflowers filled
His moustache, like antennae, his followers thrilled
The reincarnation of his elder brother
(as claimed by his do-lally father and mother)
He once bit a bat being eaten by ants
Yoko Ono was one of his famed sycophants
She paid ten thousand dollars for some of his hair
He despatched her dried grass, con-man extr'ordinaire
He made adverts for lollipops, chocolate and chips
Was known for his strangeness, his talent, his quips
He painted boiled beans, elephants, melting clocks
His wife Gala, draped off the Catalan rocks
He made surreal raptures…the face of Mae West
As a room…lips, the sofa, was one of his best
His works were his children. He held them with string
When he travelled, like dogs on their leads. Amazing!
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