Jane Avril with flaming  red hair

Mary Belfort with her dress of scarlet

Neither likely artist's fare

And yet, upon the canvass

Toulouse - Lautrec placed them there

A handsome tribute he paid

Just, when you consider the ladies

Ahem, of the Moulin Rouge

Were his poster delights

Their images he sketched, painted

Many long drunken nights

Was their appeal for real

Or perhaps with ample wine

More on the side of surreal

Than the core of truth

More likely an appeal from Henry

Treat me with greater sincereity

More than an artist am I

More than a poster maker

An artist for the baroque

Living  a baroque lifestyle

The Paris bars and streets of Henrie's era

Littered with the struggling, amoral

Characters of the night

Morning light revealed the night

Had not disappeared from their faces

Henry captured their character, their essence

In and about those seedy places

The sewers moral folk shunned

Study closely Toulouse - Lautrec's

Art of those that partied

Made those haunts their nightly abode

Live that unique Parisian era, with Henry