All the paintings to look at in the room,
Each telling its own story,
But to listen there was none,
No one even to hear and forget.
I had a painting put up there,
I never really liked it,
But the story was made pretty clear,
Only people needed to line up and sit.
The room was big and neat,
Every painting given its due,
No entry fee, no reserved seat,
So, no open bar and you get the clue.
The room was at a nice spot,
I might have visited it before,
All the young couples were a given shot,
To take one, you had to be sure.
It took me a while to get ready,
To answer questions put in hurry,
I had done my home work already,
Maybe the painting wasn't all that blurry.
It was hard when I reached,
To find only I had shown up,
But when I saw what I had drawn,
A rock that wasn't rolling.
