Tahitian Conversion

                        Gaugin

THE MAG

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supplied the pictorial prompt

TAHITIAN CONVERSION

We were having the usual argument when this artist man walked in.

My two brothers sat at the table; the meal was about to begin.

I'd cut the yams and the breadfruit; I'd mixed the maize in the pot;

All my brothers had to do was sit and scoff the lot.

'We had this for dinner yesterday' said Brother Number One;

'I always feel very hungry when I've been sitting in the sun'

'You're supposed to look after us!' said Brother Number Two;

'Girls have to do the minding; that's all they're fit to do!'

'Father will probably beat you if we tell him!' both of them said!

'We wanted a meal of sucking pig and you've given us this instead!'

The artist man said 'Hold it! Those expressions I must get!'

And that was how he captured me becoming a Suffragette!

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P.S. I have no idea what Tahitians actually eat!

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                                                                   Tournier

THE MERRY MAKERS

'Let us make merry' said Pierre to Henri;

'Let us visit the local hostelry;

Let us find a wench who'll do us proud;

Wenching's something a man's allowed.

We'll hire a musician, and order food,

And get the young lady in the mood.

The younger the better, it seems to me,

When it comes to a night of debauchery.'

They found a wench in need of a shilling,

One who pretended to be quite willing.

They rented a room, the music played,

And, on the table, food was laid.

Claudette was pale and unprepared,

Scarcely formed and mute and scared.

In came Gaston, a slip of a lad,

Expressionless and plainly clad;

A village boy just earning a sou,

A boy whose heart was strong and true.

Pierre and Henri were steeped in wine;

They didn't see the girl's eyes shine.

They didn't see the look of love......

Love wasn't wasn't what they were thinking of.

The waiter fumbled  and hesitated

Serving two men he already hated.

What had she whispered into his ear?

'It's a way of making money, my dear.

Think! We can name our wedding day!

These are rich men! They will pay!'

The food was gone, the musician departed.

And Gaston withdrew,

Broken-hearted.

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