David & Auntie - or - The Unfortunate Deleterious Effect of an Elderly Relative on a Reproduction of a Great Work of Art

A year ago, it must have been,
when Auntie said you looked obscene
and fashioned out of plasticine
a fig-leaf, roughly cut.
Your private parts no longer seen
she turned to dinner, but

what's out of sight is out of mind-
and Auntie didn't seem to find
the need to cover your behind-
and so you were forgotten,
and maybe she was being kind
but the result was rotten.

A year has passed since Christmas day
and Auntie too has passed away
and never more will come to stay
except perhaps in spirit,
and life assumes a smoother sway
without her here to stir it.

 But you will never be the same.
As if in memory of her name
the ministrations of the dame
have wrought a change in you.
The plasticine can take the blame-
for dyeing your willy blue.