Thomas Kinkaide - Poem by Alex Barber
My mother has
A thing for Thomas Kinkaide
Don't get me wrong
You with your dirty mind
She completes her home
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.
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