"Whose books are these?"  I had to know.
"Who died?  Who left?  Who had to go?"
The dealer answered,  "Fired not dead.
The art museum's CEO."[2]

Sell the Jackson Pollack he'd said.
Move the museum up instead
of by the river.  A big mistake.
That idea went over like lead.[3]

The owner gives his head a shake,
"So, now who made the big mistake?"
The only other sounds' the sweep
Of driving rain and sirens' bleats.

The river rises swift and deep
The cost of damages are steep.
What to sell and what to keep?
What to sell and what to keep?
—Lois Barr[4]

"Whose books are these?"  I had to know.
"Who died?  Who left?  Who had to go?"
The dealer answered,  "Fired not dead.
The art museum's CEO."[2]

Sell the Jackson Pollack he'd said.
Move the museum up instead
of by the river.  A big mistake.
That idea went over like lead.[3]

The owner gives his head a shake,
"So, now who made the big mistake?"
The only other sound's the sweep
Of driving rain and sirens' bleats.

The river rises swift and deep
The cost of damages are steep.
What to sell and what to keep?
What to sell and what to keep?
—Lois Barr[4]

[1] On June 10, her second day at the Summer Writing Festival, the author stopped
at the Defunct Bookstore, which is on the ground floor of the Golden Haug B&B
where she stayed.  She was curious about boxes of German books on the floor and
inquired as to their owner.
[2] According to the May 7, 2008 article by Kurtis Hiatt  for the The Daily Iowan,
Mr. Howard Collinson resigned suddenly. 
http://media.www.dailyiowan.com/media/storage/paper599/news/2008/05/07/Metro/Ui.
Art.Museum.Head.Collinson.Suddenly.Quits-3366387.shtml.
[3] According to bookseller, Collinson thought the museum could get $50,000,000 for
the mural.
[4] The author hides out in Riverwoods, IL from poets who would object violently to
parodying Frost's poem.  But then, what can one expect from a poet who uses
footnotes?