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ART LIMERICKS
My
shapeless gray blob spins around.
I'll
breathe life
into cold sticky ground!
Its fate means a lot for me -
Clay be a pot for me!
Pottery's
pretty profound. [David "Goldie" Goldberg
shared his limerick]
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There
once was a sculptor named Phidias
Whose
manners in art were invidious
He carved Aphrodite
Without any nightie
Which
startled the ultra fastidious.
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When
Titian was mixing rose madder
His
model climbed up a ladder
Her position to Titian
Suggested coition
So
he climbed up the ladder and had’er.
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There's
a combative artist named Whistler
Who
is, like
his hog hairs, a bristler.
A tube of white lead
And a
punch on the head
Offered
varied attractions to Whistler. [Dante Gabriel Rossetti]
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*** If you know any other art limericks please send them to Wendy
Evans
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I Paint
What I See, poem by E.B. White
on Diego Rivera's mural in Rockefeller Center, NY
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