Horse Learns to Paint, Outsells Local Artist by Gallons
The brush was clenched in mighty teeth,
And flicked pure genius on the sheath.
“He calls this one: ‘Oats at Dusk,'”
Said the trainer, sniffing with some musk.
The critics came in droves and awe,
While the artist wept behind a straw.
“I studied in France, and what is this?”
“A chestnut’s vision of barnyard bliss!”
The gallery sold each muddy stroke,
While the horse just pooped and scratched his yoke.
Now he paints live with jazz and feed,
And signs his work with a neighing screed.
The artist? Teaching part-time now,
To donkeys sculpting scenes of plow.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on June 17, 2021 by Alan Nafzger