Everything You Can Imagine Is Real

“Pain” by Phil Burns

AnElephantCant pretend to understand
About art he can’t draw or paint
His friend Phil has the talent
He is not being gallant
He does words so he has no complaint

But Phil is off taking the sunshine
In some paradise isle in the Med
It has to be nicer
Than the snow and the ice here
This Elephant’s tootsies are cold even in bed

An artist can make an impression
Every picture can depict a story
With minimalist appliance
He can abstract compliance
And be deco-rated in symbolic glory

Art has so many means of expression
Nouveau or pop depending how you feel
Some folk can go gaga
Over cubism or dada
AnElephant finds it all slightly surreal

The scribbler sits sharpening his pencil
It is the best it is the worst of times
He knows he’s no Dickens
But still the plot thickens
The rhymer has to keep finding new rhymes

Or he can continue to recycle old ones
He can re-use many happy returns
He sheds a wee tear here
The irony is clear here
It is the artist whose surname is Burns

But AnElephant toils over his keyboard
Still churning out verse after verse
To his great delight
His readers both like
The images that he creates with his words

The Subject  “Everything You Can Imagine Is Real” is a quote by Pablo Picasso