The Lady Tattooed

My life was wrapped around the world

That’s when I first met the Lady Tattooed

I met her in France, she was a Paris sight

Spent the night together, she was in the

nude – took pics, used up my memory card.

Ah, the Lady Tattooed, she was the most

divine creature I had ever laid my eyes on

over and over again, whenever she danced

for me, I went into cardiac arrest, it was ok

though, she gave me French mouth to mouth.

She had tiger-like eyes that made men swoon

And a bod that wouldn’t quit, it was a relief map

and an encyclopedia from A to Z all wrapped up

in one, when God made women, he saved her

for last, perfectly created, then broke the mold.

She was the Queen of Tattoo, on her back was

every famous battle and shipwreck, you needed

a strong stomach and your sea legs just to enjoy

the view, had every world flag, even the Red, White

and Blue, could get them to go down at sunset.

You could learn a lot from studying her, so much

in fact that when you were done four years later

she gave you a B. A. in History, and when she

unrobed, you got a Sex Ed degree, could even

learn mountain climbing by studying her breasts.

In the evening, when her muscles started relaxing

Up San Juan Hill came old Teddy, complete with

guns blazing, and when she showered, you could

see Niagara Falls, complete with a guy going over

in a barrel, as I watched, wished it was me.

On a clear day you could see Alcatraz Island, could

even buy a ticket and take a sight-seeing tour, on

her thighs was Buffalo Bill twirling his lasso, along

with Annie Oakley firing at targets while riding in her

saddle, on her arms were paintings by the masters.

Then one sad day for me, she was swept off her feet

by a Rear Admiral if you know what I mean, liked

spelunking, went deep in her cave, had lots of kids

All born with MENZA IQ’s, Mr. and Mrs. had quite a

fleet, envied all navies, lived happily ever after!


Copyright © 06/05/2013  Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®


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