She’s his wife,
Whispered one to another,
Blushing like nuns,
At Casa Dali.
He painted his missus naked…
Can you believe it…
Naked on canvas,
His wife on a wall
For all to see.
Not a shred of modesty,
These arty types,
Past the shame of Eve in Eden
With not a thought to cover up.
Little did they know,
The missus would smirk,
And tell them at the Vatican
There’s a ceiling of naked biblical folks
And long lines waiting to see them.