I love the whimsy of this and the title certainly speaks to it. Reminds me of my days teaching summer school at a catholic school in NYC's Chinatown ... My students tried to explain basic characters to me but I couldn't decipher poetry from a sign for shoe repairs ... I guess the same could be said of any language
Thank you for the comment, Lobo, an anecdote worthy of the phrase, an aesthetic experience. Numerous interesting questions come to mind here, what is poetry, what is language, is a sign a poem? And what does a title mean to both poetry and art?