The Crooked Painting

The figure dressed in black

Stood before the painting.

In another room there was a whack,

The sound of something falling.

The person tilted their head,

And announced loudly,

"Sir, this painting is a lovely spread,

But it's crooked. How tacky!"

With a steady gloved finger,

The dark figure adjusted it,

And then professed to its owner,

"Don't worry, now it's perfect."

With this action done,

The figure left the image,

Saluted the bound man,

And left with his wealth and fridge.