My husband, who wanted a change
On his
phone, thought that he would arrange
For a
different Van Gogh
Since, as
screen savers go,
Such a
choice isn’t really that strange.
So he
searched for some art to replace
What he had
and to fill up that space
And what
came into view
Was so
lovely, he knew
It was
something that he could embrace.
When he
showed it to me and our son,
Right away
certain doubts had begun,
For the
question was raised
After one
real quick gaze*
If the work
was one Van Gogh had done.
The Museum
(Van Gogh) did reply
To my
husband’s request, with a sigh.
What you’ve
sent us, alas,
No
inspection would pass
For it isn’t
Van Gogh, but A.I.
*by my son –
I was as clueless as my husband!
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