Maharaja Blues

The press declared a scandal loud:   “A Picasso stolen!” cried the crowd.   From Madrid’s vault to van en route,   A painting gone, no sign, no loot.   Steel strings embedded in a desk,   Now vanished in a tale grotesque. But truth, as ever, wore pink boots,   And danced between dimension roots.   For Pink the Flamingo, suave and sly,   Had wagered once beneath moon’s eye.   A debt unpaid, a canvas owed,   A Cubist chord in steel bestowed. No lock could hold what fate had signed.  Pink blinked, and space itself aligned.   Inside the van, mid autopista glide,   He shimmered in and slipped inside.   No crowbar, glove, or getaway,  Just feathers, flair, and quantum sway. The driver swore he saw a flash,   A velvet blur, a cosmic dash.   The painting gone, the van still sealed,   No fingerprints, no clues revealed. ...

The news as reported by the Nonsense Chronicler Pink Flamingo  “Darlings! A revelation from the Cubist cosmos! A lost Picasso—reborn in flamingo form—has pirouetted into our plane! Three divine dancers, all beak and bravado, captured mid-sashay in fractured geometry and unapologetic plumage. It’s not just art—it’s avian transcendence!" It is believed to be from Picasso's very brief 'pink' period. It lasted 1 painting. The painting suddenly appeared last Tuesday morning at a student house in Liverpool.  The Discovery In Liverpool’s quiet student flat,   Where toast burns slow and socks fall flat,   A shimmer split the kitchen air—   A portal pulsed beside the chair.   From folds of time, with feathers flared,   Three flamingos, boldly squared,   Danced out in hues of blush and grace,   Picasso’s dream with beaky face.   Their limbs were lines, their wings askew,   In fractured pink and cob...

The Fractured Fractals, space and time's greatest ever Country &  Galactic  Band, had just shot through the Martian Time Slip on their return from their latest galactic tour when they chanced upon a pink flash in the horizon.  Training his Æthergazer into the distance Tigris Felinus Maximus was amazed to see what he saw, triggering the 6th Dimensional transducer, he quickly took a series of photographs. Piqued by this, The Fractured Fractals followed the pink flight path only to lose it briefly in a mid afternoon thunderstorm.  The storm itself was some of the worst weather they had ever encountered on Planet Earth. There were times when Quackus Vituloanatidus Multiplumus played plaintive tunes on his celestial violin fearing for their life. Fearing the very worst The Fractured Fractals burst into song playing out their greatest back catalogue and creating some of the most amazing notes ever played whilst their ship was buffeted around, frazzled and burnt by...