Adieu, Dali,
A mon dieu, Dali.
I'll go write of you in adulation blog.
Your flicks were swell, Dali,
With Buñuel, Dali. . .
Fondness growin', I keep goin'
To "Andalusian Dog."
It's clear you were playing
But not Man Ray-ing,
You and Duchamp, two champs, in movement's top ten.

So, take Seurats, sell 'em,
Dump Renaissance art on vellum.
Dali prices grow in euros and yen.

Comme, un peu, Pablo,
Mais sans bleus, tableaux--
Some say that your later work went to the dogs.
You did quite well, Dali,
And Buñuel, Dali,
Both were Spanish, but you
Often spoke like Frogs.
Each time "L'Age d'Or"'s playing
I will be paying
To see an old favorite film from way back when,

With Gaulish-speech yellers,
It was a fait accompli, fellas.

Dali, although you've gone away,
Dalliers in fine art still pay
Dollars for stuff in which you played with them.