Who was the Mona Lisa
What was her way and lifestyle,
Was she from Florence or from Pisa
Who was that woman behind that smile.
Was it for a portrait that she sat
When she gave the world that tiny smirk,
I think I know where she was at
When she helped create that famous artwork.
She had just committed a crime
By a lover or by the police she was caught,
She stole a heart or maybe just a dime;
That portrait was really her own mugshot.
Randy L. McClave
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