‘Twas right before Christmas, and not before then,
We were dreaming about Art Basel, Miami, not Switzerland.
The art was hung on the walls with great care,
In hopes that patrons and art critics, soon would be there.
The artists were nestled not far from the beach,
While visions of greatness would come from their techniques.
With Guccis on her feet and my Persol’s set just right,
We would settle down for dinner, a Cuban fusion delight.
Then out by a white tent there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the restaurant to see what was the matter.
Away toward the sound I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and threw the hostess some cash.
The sun outside was all glittery and aglow,
Gave lustre to a late afternoon pop-up below.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But the greatest of exhibits, not close, not near.
There’s a Banksy, a Fairey, other street artists too!
There’s Warhol! and traffic, oh what a zoo!
Now over a billion was spent, that we did know.
We Tweeted, this was not just a fair, this was “The Show.”
As the week of Art Basel came to an end,
We would say goodbye to Jay-Z and our newest best friends.
Thank you to all, who showed us a world full of art.
Looking forward to next year, can’t wait for Art Basel 2013 to start.