A Poem on the Occasion of an Adult Child's Declaration of Artistic Calling

(written with Love by its Parents)

Dear child, we are so very proud
to learn upon this day
that you have chosen to pursue
a life in art--in CLAY!

Some wise words now we offer you,
lest you come to woe:
CLEAN UP THE MESSES THAT YOU MAKE
IN THE COMMUNAL STUDIO!

Show the other starving artists
with whom you share space
that you are not a bum, oh no:
CLEAN UP, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE!

Clay dust is quite dangerous
when it is inhaled.
Silicosis will torment you, dear,
until your lungs have failed.

That is why we try to practice
keeping down the dust.
Washing out the filter after
spraying glaze? A MUST!

Don't expect the other folks
to clean up after you.
Rinse out the sponges after use;
wipe up your spills and goo.

Don't just stop there: now’s the time
to LEAD! Said one clay pundit:
"leave the studio cleaner yet than
as you previously f[o]und it."

Make your parents proud, my dear:
CLEAN THE F&*% UP WHEN YOU’RE DONE.
Etiquette, health, safety?
They're good for everyone.