Not my idea of fest-oon-ery
Is tattoo-ing fun-stuff car-toon-ery
Etching some roses
On cheeks, arms and noses
I think is purely tom-fool-ery
Don't fall for the tattoo-ers spin
The canvas they use is your skin
If they create in you passion
For their tattoo-ing fashion
They may indelibly cause you chagrin
I write this as an entreaty
As it will truly be a great pity
To allow them to come-up
With tattoos that gum-up
Your body with scarring graffiti
It's beyond my vast comprehension
Why this need for eye-ball attention
I hope it will pass
As a fad that won't last
With an end to my bone of contention
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem