Vallotton
Underneath that old pink gown,
She's wearing her best scanties;
Little whisps of silk and lace,
The briefest bra and panties!
'Just relax while I mix my paints'
Mr Vallotton has said,
So she's donned the old pink dressing-gown
That was thrown across her bed.
She's got herself a cup of tea;
(The day is rather chilly
Not the sort of weather
For anything brief and frilly.)
And while she's sitting waiting,
She's imagining her pose;
Very sleek and sinuous
In hardly any clothes.
She pictures how she'll 'sit' for him,
Maybe draped across a chair.
Her shoulders should be delectable;
Voluptuous and bare.
She'll think of something sexy;
That should do the trick!
She'll probably get goose-pimples
If the artist isn't quick!
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'Hurry up' she calls to the artist;
'Waiting here is not much fun!'
'Relax!' calls Mr Vallotton
'The painting's already done!'
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PHOTOGRAPHIC PHUN!
'Take our photos, Grandma! We're in our soccer gear!'
Two little voices at the front door rang out loud and clear!
'Try to look normal, Harry! That smile's rather strange!
Do something different with your face! Try to rearrange!'
'Is that what 'normal' looks like! I don't think much of that!
Try something a bit happy... but not like a Cheshire cat!'
' Maybe our funny faces are better after all!
O.K. We're on our way now to kick a soccer ball!'
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