Monsieur Manet, I must decline
Your kind suggestion I should dine
Alfresco upon bread and fruit
While wearing just my birthday suit.
You want me there au naturel
While blokes wear suits? If they as well
Were stripped down to the pimply buff
I might well think it fair enough,
But nasty little wasps and ants
Would spot the one not wearing pants
And zero in on poor yours truly.
No thanks. Please don’t think I’m unduly
Philistine or dumbly moral.
I’m fond of art and have no quarrrel
With those who paint the female form,
But can’t they do it in the warm?
(I’ve often posed for that short fellow,
Monsieur Lautrec, in the bordello.)
Your plein air work is just too chilly.
You’ll have to find some other filly.
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