The Underwear of the Coquettes of the Day.
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The Underwear of the Coquettes of the Day. Attention you women who look beautiful, And appetizing outside, How many are not such, When you can see their bodies bare! I draw this guess, More than a tender adventure, And here's a fun fact: I'll make it shorthand, Without any ornament; Next, My Muse, thus instructed, Will return the effects frankly, Which he recently produced. The other day, out for a walk From the Cours-la-Reine, in fine attire, Two women doing several tricks, In a parade carton, They conversed smiling, To look more attractive. Lite Erotic Art These ladies, no doubt, were stunned, Or very prone to flinch, At the Tuileries swing bridge, Made their coachman stop. Each opening a door, a little too hastily, Descending thoughtlessly, Fall down and bare her backside, Without doing the slightest harm. The common people, this animal, Who of the evil willingly sneers, Began to bray like a donke