Saturday, February 28, 2009

319. Clinging!

                          Winslow Homer

The work of Civil War American artist Winslow Homer has been suggested as inspiration by


Goodness me! There's Father!
Whatever will he say,
When he sees us being shameless,
Acting in this way?
Mother's more broadminded.
She made these swimming things.
But even she might blush a bit
If she saw how the fabric clings!
It was pleasant in the water
Though it was a new sensation!
I felt the way  Eve must have felt 
At the dawning of creation!
My limbs felt free and blissful,
Not corseted and confined;
I felt all curved and feminine
And delightfully designed!
The seaweed clung around my thighs!
It felt like utter bliss!
But now we have to face Papa!
And admit we've been remiss!
We've come out of the water,
Our figures are revealed!
Whatever will dear Father say
When nothing is concealed?
Maybe he hasn't seen us!
I'll give a little wave.
Maybe we'll get away with it
And just have a close shave.
Keep close to me, Lucinda!
We have to hold our nerve.
Bend over, dear, and crouch a bit:
That'll help disguise each curve.
I'm glad Mama made little caps
To cover up our hair!
And our gauzy little trousers
Stop our legs from looking bare.
But nothing can disguise the fact 
That our bosoms are on show!
Let's head for the bathing-hut, dear,
Come on now, don't be slow!
Too late! I think he's seen us!
He's coming over, too!
This is our fatal moment!
There's nothing we can do!

But I have to say there's one thing
I just don't understand.
Why is father out here on the beach
With a spy-glass in his hand?


linda may said...

Oh how scandalous! Father is a perve with double standards for his daughters.

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Kat said...

Sigh... an innocent father keeping tab on his little ones' safety is misunderstood...!!!