A Statue's Critique
Pictures on the wall, some are short some are tall.
Day after day they argue on who is most virtuous of all.
“My artist is a great”, cried the Mona Lisa,
“My colors are enticing” yelled the painting of the pizza.
“No mine are more vibrant” screamed the picture of the sun,
“But I am much cooler” said the cowboy with a gun.
“I inspire valor” stated Sir George slaying the dragon,
“But I am much jollier” laughed the monk drinking the flagon.
“My subject matter is royal” said the portrait of King George,
“But I represent the common man” argued the blacksmith using the forge.
“I am much cuter” pouted the painting of the puppy,
“I address the contemporary” sneered the photo of the yuppie.
“I capture emotion” splattered the Jackson Pollack,
“But we embody passion” swooned the couples who frolick.
“I’m more imaginative” said the psychadelic mushroom.
And so the pictures argued about who had most depth,
And the statue in the room interrupted proclaiming,
You are all so flat.