Pigeon Picasso had a bird’s purpose
to whitewash and paint San Francisco;
the one that was, was growing drab
with gray cement and dirty halo.
So, he took to eating raspberry jam
and splatter-dabbed rich ruby reds;
even the statues regained some luster
as Pigeon Picasso wrought brighter heads.
He went to stooping atop the opera
and dropped a splotch with scarlet hue,
then pecking jello of blueberry color
he painted a patron’s bird’s eye view.
He favored cilantro in a mix of greens
with drizzles of lime and lemon oil;
he peppered the piers and ferry docks
with crystalline shine of aluminum foil.
Picasso became sensational news
to those in schools for fine fowl art;
a splatter here and a splatter there
and soon Picasso was reigned his part.
Mayor Newsome sought Professor O. Poop
to tell what was and what was not;
for there were many fake Picassos
painting bricks in the parking lot.
Even the Governor oohed and ached
to make a speech of gesticular fuss,
so much so he proclaimed Picasso
as artist infamous for the month.
*P.O.P- Professor O. Poop or Pigeon O. Picasso
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books