The Bed
By Tony123
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The bed
With the great wooden doors open wide
The pleasures inside displayed with pride
I paid my dues for this hall so grand
To browse with pleasure this I planned
Porcelain and clay both large and small
I travel from glass to glass in this great hall
Figures of beasts unknown are there a plenty
By sculptors famous not just to the gentry
Those living and dead had their work on display
From a scene of men and children at play
To hunters with a great bow and spear
A man beaten down but showing no fear
Warriors wage war with sword and shield
Left to the viewer would he yield
Marble stairs for me to climb and oh my
Strange animals of tales to tell and why
A furry beast with claws long and sharp
The crocodile long and scaly with teeth to see
I stand in wonder would a dentist cry
An animal hangs from a branch but why
Furry with claws so long and sharp but only three
A case this time and within nothing but a tree
I look around at butterflies their colours so bright
The next case I find the splendour of night
Insects that fly in the dark with no light
I stand I find in their numbers a fright
Now weary I wonder some where to sit
To let my poor aching feet rest for a bit
More stairs to climb and a short walk to a hall
My hands they do shake for this is my call
This hall with light to see the beauty hanging there
I stand and do stare amazed at all the beauty hung here
With knees that do tremble I look to the face.
Of a beauty long departed clothed in silk and lace
A Rembrandt dark and mysterious with a tale to tell
I stop to look I know it well
A Constable bright with children at play
So bright and happy on harvest day
I cross the floor a work to admire
A tale to tell of satanic mills so dire
His work all sooty and dark it is
To modern for my taste no not one bit
Shapes to see without meaning reason rhyme or style
In this palace of art and beauty I admit to finding rile
Some things so awful my skin do crawl
Just shapes with colours on a wall
A painting in one corner with a crowd so rare
A push and a shove will get me there
My curiosity awakened I stroll over to see
But oh the eyes can they deceive such cannot be
A painting so hideous monstrous and crude
In disarray a bed so distressingly rude
With covers all strewn abandoned to fall
To lie like leaves blown against a wall
Disgusted I turn but I cannot leave
Closer to see lest my eyes it deceive
Such a terrible painting to hang in this place
Makes me wonder what happened to beauty and grace
But the words of approval I hear from some of art
I turn in despair only to return with a start
A lone voice amongst them casts to their face
His words so elegant I had to admire
With his oratory so powerful and dire
While this crowd he held with passion and gusto
His love of art so strong who could ignore his say so
Though some moved away others did stay
While the last moved away I had to hear him say
The last words that his breath did grace
Yes hear his last words as he left that place
The IDIOCY of it all
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