Some people christened how I’m painting cubist;

perhaps I may pursue it for a while.

There’s nothing else I’ve got on my to do list,

so maybe I’ll just call it a new style.

 

One portrait shows an abstract sort of image,

with body parts appearing out of place;

the critics grumble in their little scrimmage

both eyes are on the same side of her face.

 

But since my work is drawing all these comments,

my mates have now decided to join in;

although I have to mention in their defence,

we have the whole of Paris in a spin.

 

What started out as doodles in my mind

became the way a movement is defined.