Although the critics were unkind
To your gaudy, bold design,
Your brash and brilliant, new display
Of every Montmartre cabaret
Would set the stage for imitation
Of all your poster innovation;
The orange hair, the garish light,
Each graphic scene set to excite.
A draftsman of debauchery,
You painted pain's frivolity.
And though your life was cut in half,
Your work lives on, a loud last laugh.