My mother has
A thing for Thomas Kinkaide
Don't get me wrong
You with your dirty mind
She completes her home
With everything
She can get her hands on
By this designer
Don't be ignorant
Learn about him
He's an important man
Who makes a home look perfect.
Not really perfect, just right
We say things like that imperfectly.
As a child, I gave her a vase from
Wal-Mart, she threw it on the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Alex, if I may, to let people* better understand your poem (*especially non-American readers) , I would add the following about Kinkade: ''William Thomas Kinkade III (January 19,1958 – April 6,2012) was an American painter of popular realistic, pastoral, and idyllic subjects. He is notable for the mass marketing of his work as printed reproductions and other licensed products via the Thomas Kinkade Company. He characterized himself as Thomas Kinkade, Painter of Light, a phrase he protected through trademark but one originally attributed to the English master J. M. W. Turner (1775–1851) . It has been estimated that 1 in every 20 American homes owns a copy of one of his paintings. Despite wide commercial success throughout his life, Kinkade is generally held in low esteem by art critics; his pastoral paintings have been described as maudlin and overly sentimental.'' (from Wikipedia)