Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Andy Warthog, I mean, Warhol














Andy Warhol

Andy Warhol, proved no prig,
In Beatnik ‘necks and white fright-wig,
That gave him glam to look the part,
While doodling up, his pure Pop Art.

Hung with Reed and pal Nico;
Printed screens of Jackie-O,
And Marilyn – the one known best;
Mao, and Jesus-- who’d have guessed?

Kitty cats, he also painted;
Sauce, tomato, ‘fore it tainted;
Flowers and figures from cartoons;
Wicked Witch, sans monkey-goons.

If I could gas with Warhol's group,
I’d ask, Did Andy eat the soup?

Kathleen Mortensen©2009

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