‘Twas the night of the opening
when all through the cell,
The staff was all quiet
After another day in hell.
The paintings were hung
On the walls with great care,
In hopes that family
and friends would be there.
Nancy was typing away at her blog
With Garlia, Kira and Pat in a fog.
Alan arrived with a headache or two
Looking for Advil, he needed a few…
“Hello?” cried an innocent voice from below.
“Has Barbara arrived yet?”
“Uh, sorry, but no.
She should arrive shortly,
feel free to explore,
You’ll hear her as soon as
she comes through the door.”
The staff remained quiet
Before the arrival
Of gawking cheese-eaters
Who come for survival.
They came and they ate
the scant offerings with wine,
Considered the art
Before leaving it behind.
But wait! There’s a straggler
Who understand’s art:
The super-extra-ordinary kind…
From the heart.
“A sale, a sale, a sale!”
we cried. Barbara’s an artist,
it can’t be denied!!!