Listen well all of you

To an ode that must be told

It is what I now behold

An ode to who?

O why an ode to you!

Mighty Picasso, the one who’s works flew.

With your softly painted hue

And your creative sense of brush

O stop! Your romantic work is making me blush!

Why you could turn boring old paper

Into something far much greater

And although you loved many

Evidence shows that you have painted plenty

Paintings of fifteen thousand

You truly are something I would have never imagined

You gave the world stars of beauty to see

To be or not to be?

Why Picasso, you did not care!

You merely wanted the ability to share

To share a world, beyond compare

O Picasso, how you speak

Giving your audience a treat.

And so I thank you,

For what you have done

Making art seem as if sung.