mandy faye

Rookie (10/24/1987 / CALIFORNIA)

Mona Lisa - Poem by mandy faye

Leonarda he teasa
The young Mona Lisa
'Why you smila like so?
'This is odd way of smiling
'And is very beguiling,
'You gotta dark secret, I know.'

Mona she place a
Hand to her face a,
And she make a shy reply:
'Papa, I thmila like thith
'Becauth I gotta no tith.'
Then she break a down and cry.

Now Papa de Vinci
Say: 'Shush shush my Chichi,
'I tell you for what I do,
'I painta your picture,
'A beauuuutiful picture,
'And we hang it in the Louvre.'

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  • (4/11/2007 5:42:00 PM)


    Hi Mandy,
    You know, and I know, that you did not write 'Mona Lisa'; I did. A GOOGLE search for Meintjes + 'Mona Lisa' will soon show this to be the case.

    I am quite happy for you to include the poem in your e-book of poems, but at least you should do the right thing and credit me with its authorship.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 19, 2006


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