It's a good feeling when.......you're huffing and puffing about what to have for tea and cannot be arsed to cook anyhow -  and your son pops back from his girlfriend's flat with a huge pan of carrot and coriander soup with cobs!  Lashings of the stuff!!

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I've tried to work out Warhol
what was in his muddled mind
Neon psychobabble
from the rude to the refined


Faces radiating, 
all intent and all aglow
Ghastly colours clashing -   
not quite Rembrandt or Rousseau

I like to view my idols 
in the way the Lord intended
Not skin of blue and hair of green
Some may feel quite offended

Oh, how he took the famous
faces of the silver screen
And brought them out uniquely
for his final act or scene

Historic buildings captured,  
wild bristles are a woven
He tells his tale so vibrantly 
'bout Einstein and Beethoven 


And did you know he took bright hues 
and very coarsely painted
our Majesty the Queen on high -  
Philip nearly fainted!
  
Colours bursting everywhere
his senses in a spin
Just opened up a cupboard - 
and the subject lay within
 
Bananas, ice cream, lobster -
tins of Campbell soup
Was inspiration overdrive - 
a goody-foody scoop!

Sam the cat, pandas,  pigs - 
there's very little cuter
Or easier when he soon learned 
his way round a computer!!


Now art is something you nor I 
may never know at all
But a 'famous' oxidation stain 
that's running down your wall?

I really think that art is sometimes
held in high contempt
And opinions clash forever
no true artist is exempt...but


Who am I to judge at all, 
or drink from the same cup?
May not be 15 minutes 
but I think my time is up.

So please enjoy the song below
from my heroine - Ms. Harry
In tribute here to Andy
for a lifetime quite contrary


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