Picasso es un Gato

Picasso es un gato.

She lives in Madrid and not Sevilla.

She's fascinated by los Matadores.

She pretends she is el Torro

while she watches the red cape

from Bernardo Torren's iPad

then glances like the cat she is

to the camera for she has her

audience.

Picasso es un gato

that doesn't paint. She likes to

scratch her master's face

as if she were the conductor

and this is simply another

Bolero another game

another torero she must tame.

Ah Picasso con esos ojitos

so calculating. And that dash

of tan and brown across her

face as if Jackson Pollock

splashed it there for her.

Ah Picasso with those little

nails ready to grab that mouse

and devour it like Saturn's son!

Ah Picasso es un Gato

y ahora la llamaremos

Picasita y Bernardo

algún día la pintara

como si fuera la

Maya de Goya.

Menendez