A POET'S PUBLIC PORTRAYAL
OF A VERY-PRETTY MUSE
Keep your clothes on lady,
we can just talk.
I am in no hurry.
Let's go for a walk.
Yes keep your clothes on lady,
beauty I like to court
and parade on my arm.
I'm an arty sort.
AN IMMORTAL MUSE
She had been a stripper
a long, long time ago,
in some shady den.
Only males paid for the show.
She then became a model
for a painter-man.
She made much more money
from this bohemian.
Yes she'd been a stripper
a long, long time ago.
Now in an art-museum
find she's on public-show.
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