A Bit of Poetry
In Tampa I heard of a hunny
who was always too tight with her money
so she sat on some dude’s couch
at his house and said “ouch”
while he pounded out a black Playboy bunny.
This dude who got hammered in Ybor
Ended up on his ass on my shop floor
His buds called him “Pooh”
So what else could I do?
His butt cheek now looks just like Eeyore.
From St. Pete to Tampa to the beaches
You can rant and rave and make speeches
But if your idea is wack for that piece on your back
Your grasp will exceed what your reach is
Get ink when you’re drunk at your peril:
One dumb choice puts you over a barrel.
When you’re sloshed people’s names
May look just the same
But an “o” changes “Carl” into “Carol”
In Tampa, St Pete and the Suncoast
You brag, showoff ink and always boast
But of all your tattoos, and all they mean to you
Your next one’s the one you will love most