by Nick Gisburne
She smashes tiny people into pulp
Her drunken comrades raucously applaud
Another bolt of booze, and with a gulp
She paints a picture no one can afford
The famous giant terminates a town
Her art, her calling: humans, hammered flat
Such vision brings the trappings of renown
A ‘cultured’ crowd, who celebrate the splat
Her latest piece, ‘A Sacrificial Squish’
Astonishes the critics far and wide
“More primal than ‘The Smearing of the Fish’
A tour de force, embracing those who died”
Her soul is filled with wonder, so they think
But nothing fires her fervour more than drink
