Pop Goes The Easel Poem by Richard Lee

I say pop goes the easel
These words by no means weasel
Pop took an Ad and made it bad
A comment on the life we had

Roy Lichtenstien at work by nine
Was no mean slouch I think you'll find
He painted spots called bende' dots
The rest was all black lines or not

Duchamp before had made it cool
Placing a bike wheel on a stool
He called it art and jokes apart
His signed urinal was the start

Warhol he painted with a mop
His only vice, he couldn't stop
His subject stars and pink crashed cars
For Andy stars were just a job

I quite adored James Rosenquist
His style was slick, his paint quite pissed
Painted ‘I love you with my Ford'
The innuendo overlord

Hamilton's a star of our great shores
Taught Brian Ferry art and more
Famed not just for his alliances
But for painting everyday appliances

Peter Blake was not so large
His stature not his reportage
With collage and his postcard humor
No way he could have used his glue more

Hockney brushed the usual way
In Bradford, London and LA
Both painting swimming pools and boys
Some say he brushed both ways - of course!

Eves Kline, Eves Kline, Eves Kline, Eves Klien
Renowned for Eves Klien Blue -  Eves Klien
Forgotten the next line, Eves Klien
Can't make this rhyme, Eves Klien, Eves Klien

Well now I must put down my brushes
Look back, observe and burn the rushes
My ode to Pop Art's now departed
Not so sure I should have ever started