After

After the picture was painted,
Mona Lisa got up
And shook herself,
Her eyes, her shoulders, her arms,
And her laughter rang through the palace.
Her legs, thankful to be alive,
Took her around the room
In a little dance.
Gracefully, she came up to the painter
And gazed at the picture he had just finished.
Do I look like that?
Sometimes, said Leonardo with an enigmatic smile.