Titles

To create art requires so much pain 
And a title hardly acts as a crutch or a cane 
As intended, it aids in walking 
But the title tries to do all the talking 
Clever ones to sum up the whole story 
And long ones to explain the details in glory 
When a simple one, plain and clear 
While always available and surely near 
Never sees the light of day 
And is swept aside with a simple “naye” 
It doesn’t take a genius to get the gist 
And pick the The Girl With The Pearl Earring off the list 
As one with the simplest name 
For it does its job without boasting or fame 
Being explicit is hard to find 
For all these options are robbing us blind 
The Last Supper and The Mona Lisa 
Are as clear as sandwich and pizza 
A last meal and the name of a woman 
Are words that in contest ultimately win 
No second thought is needed to give 
And no interpretation is allowed to live 
The only thing that I now fear 
Is how to name this poem here