Painter of the ". . .Night,"
Deranged on absinthe.
The stars twinkle bright;
Trees on a mad plinth
Look to sky above
With soaring curlicues.

Something in those skies is so igniting;
It goes up for miles; it's quite exciting.
Something in this art inspired that McLean dude.

Painter of the "Night,"
Trees twist like steeples
In a church that Gaudi might
Have made, post-Gothic
It's mostly blue and yellow,
Little red does show.
I can hardly glance away.
His paintings earned him just scant pay.

The "painter of light" hauls in much treasure,
But his sh!t's a blight;
I'd buy it never.
He of "Starry Night"--
A true painter of light.

Truly, truly tru. . . .