The Picture Poem by Leon Agnew

A curse, a curse, a curse!
There's suicide throughout the hearse!
And nothing's left, my cutie-pie!
The doo-dang bluckbirds've gone and died!
Holy canoli, sweet mistress-o-Pattie!
The bluckbirds have gone and a-murdered your daddy!
So now we can marry,
My sweet red canary,
For dad's not around,
To kick me out of town.
And giving away your last dropp of restraint.
The white canvas all over is splattered with paint.