Okay, I do not like abstract art.
Once upon a time, there was a man
A skilled artist, with many a fan
But everyone screamed, when he announced one day:
“I am going to change, to everyone’s dismay.
“This day is the mark of start
“As a painter of abstract art.”
The ominous clouds of certain doom
Filled the hall with a depressed gloom
Abstract paintings, the bored man’s friend
Would be the culprit of the artist’s end
But the artist exclaimed: “Don’t my art fear!
“Instead do be scared of the monster there!”
And true as TV, the beast had attacked
The monster Godzilla, to be exact
But due to the murky clouds from verse two
The monster could naught but say “Peek-a-boo!”
But down from the skies came Michelangelo
The people were outjoyed: “Oh, l’angelo!”
And now there was a violent fight
Godzilla was keen to artists bite
But the Italian had learned martial arts
And quickly attacked with some velocious darts
After some hours, Godzilla had won
But no one cared, as everyone was gone
And I’m too lazy to explain why and where they are now.
Well, it's not sensible. It started somewhat seriously but then ended in a typical GentleArtillery-way. What I'd like most is you pointing out spelling mistakes and bad grammar (though I made some bad grammar consciously).