The Da Pinci Mode

The gasp around the gallery
sent the artist into orbit
What those bristles couldn't paint
from coloured oils and sorbates.

The lick that kicked the end of lines,
Bolds that battled blues
Spending admiration time
and holding up the queue's.

Wine was served with cinnamon,
to tantalize the tongue
And onwards went the whole shebang,
as aesthetic arms were flung!

This dark and late edition,
was the killer of the show
The price rose like a whore's skirt - 
as far as it could go!

A cheque for half a million??
The closure of the night!
This was the greatest art success
sold under fierce arc light.

The buzz soared through his veins now,
he craved another sale
Made a phone call to his sibling,
badly needing to prevail.

"I'd love another painting, sis!
Can Lucy do the deed?
I'd collect it after twelve.....
another fortune guaranteed!"

"Well, dear brother, we're in luck -
it's back to nursery tomorrow.
I think she'd spare another 'pixcha'
for her Uncle Len to borrow!" 

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