As written a year ago in a café in Florence.
Upon a seashell she appears
Resplendent in her nudity;
On the seashore she’s waited years
Demurely in the Uffizi.
Today I met her, still undressed,
As thousands gazed upon her form;
Her birthday clothes her Sunday best,
Let’s hope the sunshine keeps her warm.
I wonder if she’ll ever go
Clothes shopping with her lady friends;
If she does, I wish that she’ll know
When form begins and fashion ends.
So good luck Venus when it’s time
For you to step off your seashell;
You’re clearly still right in your prime
From all the world, we wish you well.
[Image source: Sandro Botticelli – La nascita di Venere – Google Art Project – edited” by Sandro Botticelli – Adjusted levels from File:Sandro Botticelli – La nascita di Venere – Google Art Project.jpg, originally from Google Art Project. Compression Photoshop level 9.. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons]