Shawn Major

During the artistic process
Paper, table, shirt, and dog
All received their fair share
Of your budding talents
In the form of liberally applied,
Washable, primary colors.

Green-cheeked and repentant,
You take a dollop of purple
And smear it down your arm.
A move made to stave off
My blue-nosed justice
Hungrily eyeing your shirt.

Your handprint, with some help,
Can be made to look like a turkey.
Though why the teacher thinks
You’d want to do that instead
Of dumping paint in Suzie’s hair
Is completely beyond you.