Camille Pissarro, French
Training For the Big County Fair Sack Race, Jackie Discovered a Unique Way To Reduce Wind Resistance, 1895
Oil on canvas
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Info, or perhaps links that point to more info, about this artist can be found here, here, here, here (archived, if necessary), here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here (can be read in full for free on Fridays), here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here (archived, if necessary), perhaps in addition to what’s in his Wikipedia page (Google translated French Wikipedia page has more).
/// Anne, The Bather, took care to seclude
in a place where no one would intrude.
When she dropped her chemise
she thought “Nobody sees,”
but Pissarro ensured she’ll be viewed.
/// At the Loire near her city of Tours,
Anne felt sure she’s alone and secure.
So, to bathe she’ll prepare
while, at first, unaware
that she’s seen by an artist/voyeur.
/// When she spied him behind a large tree
she blushed, fearful of what he might see.
Later on, she could smile.
“His impressionist style
shuns details; no one knows that it’s me.”
/// And that’s how Camille got Anne to pose—
covered only from mid-hip to toes.
He had promised to blur
every feature so her
ID’s safe, despite all that she shows.
/// She was lucky to live near this glen.
Woe to Anne if she‘d bathed in the Seine,
where the filth of Paris
pollutes down to the sea.
She’d emerge needing to bathe again.
/// That nude woman appeared without warning.
It was their race into which she’s horning.
But they didn’t eject
her; they all stood erect
in their race through the wood in the morning.
/// The French sack race was not hard to master.
Anne was fast, but most men could run faster.
Winning should be a snap,
but for one handicap:
They’d run backwards as soon as they passed her.
/// As a duo no pair had the knack
to reach first place ahead of the pack.
Still the men would prefer
to be chosen by her
to get naked and jump in the sack.
/// In a sack race you progress by hopping,
and to win keep it up with no stopping.
At first hop Jackie jiggled;
the men leered and she giggled.
By the end she was wheezing and flopping.
/// Busty Jackie would feel more contented,
(though the onlookers would have resented
it), if during the race
her large boobs stayed in place,
but the sports bra was not yet invented.