Revised sonnet #116
My private parts Id shaved and plucked till bare
Monsieur U fussy painter sketched too slow
And wondered might a stubble start to grow
Upon his pate I noted not a single hair
His cheese and croissant nude of distant stare
To skin he stroked an eerie even glow
I primped in place a glorious overflow
The standard props a sofa stool or chair
Id make as model seven hundred sou
I was a modest model clever pick
He rolled two coins to me a balance due
He laughed and gave his beard the lightest lick
In pretty portraits caught I slyly splay
Though toasted teen once wreckless runaway
Chorus splay flare widen
