I went to a Dali exhibit this week,
With Dante’s inferno, not for the meek,
I always liked Dali’s work, at least most,
He knew how to put on a show and boast,
Much repetition, many a melting clocks,
Many hang-ups, un-countable mental blocks,
A moustache that is long and curls up, you paint,
My dear friend Dali, Picasso you ain’t