“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!