LULU'S ANTICS.

A FRENCH MAID'S ANTICS.

Lulu knows the Bourreaus
Are out for quite sometime,
Monsieur Bourreau had said

So that morning. Lulu, he
Said, eyeing her through his
Glasses, his tongue hanging

Slightly from one corner of
His mouth, Madame Bourreau
And I will be out most of the

Afternoon, seeing the sights,
Stopping at a café, walking
Through the streets, seeing

The arts of France. Please
Make sure that tea is ready
When we return and make

Sure that the rooms are clean
And the beds are made and
Listen out for the postman,

I am expecting a parcel, and
She had stood with her innocent
Pose, with her eyes large and

Peering at him, licking her
Lower lip and he had put
A finger under his collar and

Loosening the collar from the
Sweaty neck and he had gone
With his hands behind his back

And she had smiled and watched
As he and Madame with her plump
Backside walked down the steps

Into the streets of Paris. Now
She smokes one of Monsieur’s
Cigarettes, sitting on the table,

Thinking of the time that Pierre
Had come last time they were
Out and they had made love in

The Bourreau’s bed and drank
The wine from the cellar and
Gone through plump Madame’s

Underwear drawer and had
Laughed at the colours and
Size and sitting back now

Watching the smoke rise, she
Thinks she will sip from Monsieur’s
Brandy and try on Madame’s new

Dress and coat and silk underwear
And pose in front of the mirror and
Give a twirl, pretending she’s not
A woman now, but just a naughty girl.