Salvador Dali
Was a bit of a charlie
Bent watches and all that shit
But when he had a bash
At growing a 'tache
He seemed to have mastered it.

Cos it grew quite long
And folks came along
And called it a work of art
As part of his oeuvre
What a great manoeuvre!
(They would said that about his farts!)

But when the old Spaniard
Popped his clogs.
The 'tache said Death ain't the end
The rest of him
May have gone to the dogs
But my art has a message for men.

So now the 'tache
Is in The Prada
Giving seminars and such
Students it says they must try lots harder
Or they won't understand very much.
Art continues much long after
The artists's beating heart.
All his bits and pieces
They go on being art.