The Class

The Class was made from pure hearted individuals
with the same thought in mind,
To be the best dame Artist there ever was

The Class was a ball of mix emotions,
From their high sugar levels to their low
caffeine crashes, and even to their late night
run to the liqueur store for that last rush of 
mountain dew, so they can meet the mornings deadline

The class at times yell in frustration and saying
the work is to hard to handle, but we know it just the stress talking,
and even the best fell short of meeting that stander, and vanishes from our mitts.
Then on the other hand, we did drop to our needs and said thank you God for
kicking his ass out of here.

The class is more then individuals,
they are a united force,they vow to protect
the week and straighten them out,
when they felt they had lost their zeal and can't go on.

What is fueling this Robin Hood life style?
it is there grand leader Sir. Watts, he has sharpened
there minds in so many ways that
I have lost count in watching this go on,

Through the years he has taken them on this ride through history
they have stop and study the grate masters, of the 19th Century and 20th Century
and has even called them by name, Edward Hopper,
Pablo Picasso , Henri Matisse, Man Ray, Marcel Duchamp .
The spirit and love he has shown to the class shines through,
when his Irish eyes are smiling.

I cant say any more about this grate class,
only that its been my home for the past two years, through
those years I have made grate friends, and got to know
a wonderful teacher and I credit him and thank him
for his knowledge and spirit of life.
I bid you goodbye my fellow artist,
and hope to see you in the field of study very soon.