/// Painter William, a bit of a dunce,
did The Birthday, (his wife, Edith Hunt’s.)
All her presents displayed
left poor Edith dismayed.
He insisted she wear all at once.
/// Hunt loves painting with bright, vibrant hues,
so this canvas with tints he imbues
of all colors and shades,
and this rainbow pervades
his wife’s portrait, but she’s got the blues.
/// The discomfort she feels can be traced
to the terror of being disgraced.
See the sad way she stands.
Gifts hang limp from both hands.
She fears seeming to have garish taste.
/// William rues that his wife cannot smile
at his presents for even a while.
They share his last name
and the fruits of his fame,
but she doesn’t share his sense of style.
Info, or links that point to more info (especially the last here), about this artist can be found here, here, here (archived if necessary), here, here, here, here (can be read in full for free on Fridays), here, here, here, here (archived if necessary), here, here (archived if necessary), here, here, and here, perhaps in addition to what’s in his Wikipedia page.
/// Painter William, a bit of a dunce,
did The Birthday, (his wife, Edith Hunt’s.)
All her presents displayed
left poor Edith dismayed.
He insisted she wear all at once.
/// Hunt loves painting with bright, vibrant hues,
so this canvas with tints he imbues
of all colors and shades,
and this rainbow pervades
his wife’s portrait, but she’s got the blues.
/// The discomfort she feels can be traced
to the terror of being disgraced.
See the sad way she stands.
Gifts hang limp from both hands.
She fears seeming to have garish taste.
/// William rues that his wife cannot smile
at his presents for even a while.
They share his last name
and the fruits of his fame,
but she doesn’t share his sense of style.