Author Note: This an Enclosed Rhyme Poem. The last word of the first and last rhyme as does the last word of the second and third line (abba). This poem inspired by my visit to the National Gallery of Victoria

Works of art from here and there just waitin' for us to see.
Crickey it's a beaut and can only be seen h're in Melbourne town.
So what the bloody hell are you doin' come and get on down.
Showed off they are in a plum joint you'll see, free; no en'ry fee.

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