Albert Guillaume, French
“Now Before I Tattoo Pete Davidson’s Initials On Here Young Lady, Are You Sure You Don’t Want To Give It a Couple More Weeks?,” Date Unknown
Oil on panel
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Not as much a teacher as I thought.
Info, or links that point to more info, about the teaching artist can be found here, perhaps in addition to what's in his Wikipedia page (Google translated French Wikipedia page has more).
/// Doc is Lifting Her Petticoat high
to expose a lush creamy white thigh.
She gets an injection
to treat an infection
he had given to her last July.
/// Doctor’s patient got this pleasant shock:
that his treatments are all “off the clock.”
But she still might be miffed
if she knew of the “lift”
which would answer the phrase, “What’s up, Doc?”
/// With her lovers she’s taking a chance;
this “injections for STD” dance.
But her actual score
for July isn’t four.
Even worse— the fourteenth! (This is France.)
/// If you wish to inhibit the spread
of diseases with symptoms you dread,
keep your body parts clean,
douche with pure Listerine,
and beware who you take to your bed.
/// La Goulou showed her doctor a sight
about which she’s now feeling contrite.
A pen mark which she’d placed
on her leg while shît-faced,
that measured Toulouse-Lautrec’s height.
/// He examined her leg and the pen.
Then he measured the line yet again.
While massaging her thigh,
he explained he would try
to remove it with prayer, “Amen.”
/// As her doctor, he finds nothing shocking
when he glimpses the mark o’er her stocking,
but le médecin knows
that her numerous beaux
very soon to her door will be flocking.
/// They will notice this slight imperfection.
How to make it escape their detection?
“Paint it over, I think,
with the right shade of pink.
Have Henri make it match your complexion.”
/// “I’m not here with you, doctor, to play sick,
so, why palpate my thigh before LASIK?”
Crossing legs let him see
she was underwear-free.
Mademoiselle, (like her instinct), was basic.