A good friend asked me to model.
He said he’d like to paint my face.
I took it as a compliment
With my usual charm and grace.

He said that my face inspired him
To want to paint a brand new way.
That it must be put on canvas.
And would I sit for him that day?

The likeness he painted of me
Was very good, I soon confessed.
Picasso was my good friend’s name.
Or haven’t you already guessed?