Musée d'Orsay

"A young lady visits the museum and is exposed to great art."

High upon a public stair
I tilt my dress, enough to bare
My freckled little derrierre
And show it to the sunshine fair.

These skylights clear, with leaded glass,
Allow warm beams of light to pass
On marbled step and railings brass
And fall upon my naked ass.

I like the way the sun does feel
And how my fanny must appeal
To all these men, who in their zeal,
Do trip and fall o'er head and heel.

The moral women look askance
While next to them their husbands dance;
This morning I did take a chance
To leave my house sans underpants.

The constable is not amused
He says the patrons I abused;
Their lusty stares on me are fused
And I am left a bit bemused.

Great kings and queens, in halls quite old,
Display their art, or so I'm told,
The naked forms of maidens bold
With ruby lips and tresses gold.

But here among objects of heart,
Where I am posed with legs apart,
The lawman yells "You must depart
And not defile our works of art!"

I did it once, perchance to learn,
The accolades that I might earn
For showing off my freckled stern
To people who great art discern.

But from now on I must adhere
To proper laws and not besmear
These templed halls where I appear
With tilted dress and sunburned rear.