The Butterfly Tattoo Poem by George Hunter

The Butterfly Tattoo



A young woman reminiscing:

Back in the days of yore,
When I was a callow kid
And life was truly a bore,
This is what I did.

After my breakfast
Of bagels and lox,
I just happened upon a box
Of Cracker Jack
Remember? A prize
In each and every pack?

As I opened the top
Out what should pop
But a de-cal-o-man-ia.
It was a beautiful butterfly,
So on the sly
I did apply
It to a hidden place
So mother wouldn't see
But I would
Every time I took a pee.

Then soon one day
It faded away
And I forgot about it
....Or thought so anyway.

But when I was grown
And away on my own,
I did aspire
With strong desire
To repeat the experience last
In remembrance of things past.

So one night at one,
Under the midnight sun,
With maybe too much drinking,
I thought I'd have some fun
And get a real live inking.
In the exact same place.

Now, when in a car
Or in a bar
The subject does arise
I to my friends apprise
That I too have some art
Upon a certain part.

But I don't tell everyone.
Just some boyfriends,
Girlfriends,
Pickups and priests,
And, maybe a lover.
Why have a beautiful
Butterfly tattoo
If you always have to
Keep it under cover?

4/5/09

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fiona Davidson 05 April 2009

Wonderful flow to this one..and why indeed have a beautiful tattoo then hide it away(better to have it somewhere it can be seen without getting arrested lol) ...10

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