Revised sonnet #99
The Xotheby auction hammer bangs best bid
Ive sold them domes and ceilings too too high
Your giants as best of breed that built that lie
As Manuel Humanzee I got on grid
In grasses high the lions themselves all hid
Till we the Bili chimps aspired to spy
On tiptoe tweaked a height to evil eye
The lame lions left that tall turf menace rid
You pay your dues tea party round the rule
You gibber gibbon just to clinch the crowd
You learn to give the fingers screeching loud
You land your lard arse fan a frontal fool
The beret brush and palette sell your art
Your garret gathers dust your stretch as start
Chorus art arte artea
