Another Frame Poem by Ruth Walters

The frame was best supporting act,
and held the painting high and proud.
He never moaned or groaned or spat,
just hung there, all chilled out.

Of course, he would have liked acclaim,
a little lime light and a name,
although a painting with no frame
would look a trifle dull and tame.

The painting lapped up all attention,
with an enigmatic grin,
often feeling quite ecstatic
to be held in such esteem.

and so, the frame in show biz style
put a brave face on and a smiled,
so stoical in holding back
ambitions to be the star act

and being low and down at heel
resigned himself as second bill
for after all, it wouldn't do
if he were narcissistic too.