An old Irish guy is invited to an art gallery to view his grand daughter’s paintings in her first exhibition. Being escorted round by the artist he gets continually annoyed at the new art.
“What’s that?” he asks about a group of multi coloured triangles.
“Grampy, that’s supposed to be a mother and child. Each colour represents a different aspect of…”
“Well if it’s supposed to be that, why the feck isn’t it then?”