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Art Lessons Pris Campbell
She dabs blue, then red
onto the canvas her monkey
has dragged through the dirt,
his yesterday toy, now turned into an absurd
painting of poseys.
We giggle secretly into our smocks,
but being obedient students,
chant 'Monet' (in unison), when asked
who was the greatest French artist,
feed her monkey cheese bits
and endure her old lady's breath
when she paints over our imitations
of Chagall.
©2002 Pris Campbell
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