Tattoos

I’m not a grand fan of tattoos.

My tastes are a bit more subdued,

But if you like pain

And have little to gain

I suppose there is nothing to lose.

 

A young man from Kalamazoo

Demanded a tiger tattoo.

The feline attacked,

Made the young man his snack

Then the tiger went back to the zoo.

 

A father thought tatts were taboo,

A garishly bold bugaboo.

The daughter cried, “Bull!”

Then inked on a skull.

It was a fine how-do-you-do.

 

A drunken tattoo scribed in haste

Was considered a dreadful mistake.

Says the artist in question,

“May I make a suggestion. It’s

A matter of personal taste.”