“Wot you looking at?
I can sit ‘ere if I want -
This ain’t the bleedin’ Champs Elysees
an wot if I did take off me knickers
It’s an hot day innit
An’ anyhow ‘e made me put me knee up
to hide me parts
They’re all talk anyhow these philosophers
they don’t reckon us girls -
(I can paint tooy’know)
’an ’course we’re impressed
anyone who can talk for an hour
and still say nowt must know “quelque chose”
as they say….
. But what is it?
What’s ‘e on about now –
I bet it’s that ‘Amour Libre’ again -
will it keep the kids in sabots,
a roof over us,
the boche out of Paris?
As for me mate –
‘er first bath for a week I recken -
though why she keeps that chemie on
nobody knows; they’ve all seen it before –
But I wonder which one d’ye think she wants.
I bet it’s that Manet feller
‘E done that picture of me like a tart
when he made me cover me bits
an even then the toffs di’nt like it
– well would they – it showed them up.
An’ this one’s called -“Dejeuner sur l’herbe”
– What a picnic!