One day, your favorite piece of art — a famous painting or sculpture, the graffiti next door — comes to life. What happens next?

Dejeuner sur l’herbe

The ogre is having a picnic
Down there in the park,
Don’t go too close, be careful
He might well bite, or bark.

He’s sitting on the softish grass
Reading an ogre-ish book.
Don’t risk getting eaten up
Just to have a look.

The ogre enjoys the sunshine
Just like one of us,
But his lunch was half a postbox
And a number 14 bus.

At least the bus was empty
He swallowed it with a slam,
It wasn’t quite the perfect lunch
He’d fancied a bit of tram.

He’s best left to his business
Let sitting ogres rest
A number 14 bus is such
A big meal to digest.

 Avenue Louise, Brussels, Belgium