Mona Lisa

Poem By Randy McClave

Who was the Mona Lisa
What was her way and lifestyle,
Was she from Florence or from Pisa
Who was that woman behind that smile.
Was it for a portrait that she sat
When she gave the world that tiny smirk,
I think I know where she was at
When she helped create that famous artwork.
She had just committed a crime
By a lover or by the police she was caught,
She stole a heart or maybe just a dime;
That portrait was really her own mugshot.

Randy L. McClave

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