Vincent van Goch,
Had a cough,
Fell into a water trough.
Left him for another day.
Called the police,
Then ran off with Gaugin’s niece.
Thought he was taken,
Dragged him out shiverin’ and shakin’!
Witnessed his grief,
And slid a blanket underneath.
Thought that he would come a cropper.
Thought it time,
To open up a bottle of wine!
…what Jackson Pollock did, history mercifully doesn’t relate!
With apologies to artists everywhere.
© Baldock Bard 2015
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