No Morality at Casa Dali

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.