• An ambitious young fellow who once saw fit
    to try his hand at drawing (this word is explicit).
    He never bothered with the basics,
    so his art was ugly like A six-
    lettered word, which he shouted in vain,
    asking the art why it looked insane.
    To his surprise, and out loud it burst,
    "Can't draw a hand if ya don't learn first!"
    The artist then with a palm to his head,
    boldy exclaimed, "'Tis a thought that I dread!"
    "Practice makes perfect." The drawing replied,
    the man understood - his eyes opened wide!
    "I'll practice and practice until I'm master of hands!"
    "-but first thing is first." He said, rubbing swollen glands.
    "My art, you've taught me something important tonight;"
    "If you want something done - you have to do it right!"
    "And to do that..." He said, continuing on,
    "...Is to stop what I'm doing, that I'm doing wrong!"
    And so with a sigh and the talking art in his sight,
    "That's the last time I smoke weed before drawing at night!"