Ron Margarine became a painter.
Not the kind that would do your house,
But the useless sort with an easel.
He largely enjoyed the process,
Except the part where he'd have to deal with faces.
Always a chore to slather on canvas, those things.
He took to sticking any old object over them.
Anything to avoid those damn faces.
People enjoyed this.
It's what art was all about, they thought.