Seven Spins on Giorgione

Giorgione
Abalone’s sweet honey
left him so lonely.

Hey, you’d say, okay
that’s his own fault straightaway
but why leave Taipei?

Bessie left glassy
his eyes for Tallahassee
fancy and sexy.

But that hoy polloi
weren’t nothing like our boy. Oi!
How coy to annoy.

As their time apart
cold sores darted his sad heart.
But callus impart

strength to the length nth
and now G plays a wavelength
of warmth, synth and depth.

So, examiner,
see him now a refiner.
Something diviner.

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