Mona - translated -

A stunning multitude of my readers , well some of them, actually my daughter, demanded that I translate the Poems about Mona Lisa, which appear below in German, into English.
I attempted to do this and thereby confirmed a discovery, made many years ago.
I cannot just decide to "sit down and write a poem or an essay".
When i do this it normally comes out a bit stilted and with little flow.

The Originals, in German and in English, flowed without effort as a consequence of a discussion.
The translations below.....     well, let's say ...  well, let's say nothing...  it's better that way.

The Painter and his hungry Model.

Lenny mixes white and black

while Mona's looking for a snack.

What is this constant cry of hunger?

Lenny asks with look of anger

The painting hasn't started yet

you want already to be fed

I did not bring you cheeze and bread.

Come back next week on Wed-nes-day

when I shall cook with much Hurray

„Last Supper“ showing food and drink

a work of art, in just a blink.

The Gap

A little smile ! Yes ! Just like that!

I'd rather paint you with no hat.

Close your lips! Your teeth, don't show them

the gap in front could be a problem

Thus spake Lenny in Verona

to his model called just „Mona“.

This simply expresses 

Bertstravels

suspicion that Mona Lisa was well on her way of getting fat through over-eating and that she had lost a tooth and the rest were rotten due to a case of scurvy.