A Touch of Genius
 

I attempted to paint a picture
With determination and precision,
But the final touches and texture
Left me full of indecision.

Was it a Picasso, or a Renoir?
Could it be called a work of art?
Does it show cows at an abattoir,
Or is it donkeys pulling a cart?

Looking at it from various angles
And thinking of the time I spent,
My bottom lip drops and dangles
For even the darn frame is bent.

Empangeni, 1994.
 

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