by yerton

Created on: April 23, 2008

Notebooks

I keep a thousand notebooks,
Each one filled with art,
The wife keeps trying to throw them out,
But with these books I cannot part.
I have my lovely cartoons,
And my watercolor phase,
I even keep some early pieces,
From my pastel color days.
I have photos of my sculptures,
And charcoal drawings of my face,
Ink pen outlines of animal forms,
And an artists impression of space.
When I am gone, and long since dead,
And my art is reckoned dire,
At least the notebooks, my wife will heat,
When she places them on the fire.

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