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::: RAINz SIGz :::


                          "Cocktail Party
                          And
                          Painting Show & Sale."
                          Let's go
                          To our cousin's show.

                          We enter the door
                          To the main floor.
                          Paintings decorate walls
                              (They should be in stalls).

                          "Will you have some wine?"
                          "Thank you, that would be divine."
                               (If I drink 'til I'm mad
                               The paintings won't look so bad).
                          "I like that one," I say
                          Facetiously.
                          She answers, "That's a self-portrait,
                          That is me."
                                But why is the sky red"
                                And why is your nose located
                                At the top of your head?
                                And your breasts, if you please,
                                Do they really reach your knees?).
                          I gulp my wine.
                          The pictures are beginning
                          To look divine.

                          I point to a scene of snow,
                                 (This is pretty, I know).
                          I say, "This is a sight to behold!"
                          Cousin smiles at me
                          And marks it "SOLD."
                                  (Oh, my God,
                                  Am I a clod!)
                          "I can't afford it," I say.
                          Says she, "We'll work something out,
                          Slowly you'll pay."
                                   (I'll pay and I'll pay and I'll pay,
                                   There's no other way).

                          We get ready to go,
                          (I'm stuck with the snow).
                          "Cousin," I say,
                          "I loved your show."

                                               Annette Wexler, 1979


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