A man asked a lady
To paint a picture of his face
To paint it with perfection
Along with style, ease, and grace.
The lady kindly answered
Her voice as thick as honey
I'm sorry sir I can't oblige
So he offered her more money
And because she was in need of it
She shyly took his doe
And asked the man to drink some tea
Before he had to go
But because he was in a hurry
He could not take one sip
So he left as quick as he arrived
Leaving one fat tip
The lady smart as she was
Knew with that amount of doe
The man wouldn't have room to care
With way to big an ego
But like any painter with a client
She did just what he asked
She painted a picture of his face
Where no good could yet be masked
She didn't use one colour
But painted black and white
Each stroke an arc of perfection
Leaking dark instead of light
And all the time she painted
She painted with a smile
A portrait of a man
So cruel and oh so vile
And when the man came looking
For the picture of his face
He found that the lady
Put a monster in his place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem