O the painter’s pallet’s a platitude.
Containers of colors crudely construed,
Creating a colored connectivity;
Abundantly accessing an attitude.
Auspicious the artist’s audacity,
Thunderous tendrils of tenacity,
The painting poet penning his phrases
Creating his colors capriciously.
Like painters, poets with paraphrases,
Have answers and advice that amazes.
Like poets, the painters purely ponder;
Though it’s the temping tenses that teases.
Wondrous words of wisdom that wander,
Abruptness of adjectives absconder.
It’s a color coded conspiracy
With bolder bimbos becoming blonder.
Adding your comment:
lol.. I actually read it out-loud and it was a tongue-twister for sure!!! 
Very cool write!
Emphasizes the humor in it.
Love you lil' sis xxoo
