Genesis of An Idea

I saw a young lady today who had a tattoo that covered up her arm, It wrapped it up completely but it only added to her charm. The tat she had was bold and it caused me to do a double take, Because on her body was tattooed a coiled and smiling snake. Its leering head appeared from over the top of her left shoulder, And it gazed down the front of her shirt at something even bolder. From the neckline of her tank top was revealed some kind of fruit, Her bosom was changed into a tempting apple, to hide it now was moot. Even though I could only see the stem, my imagination filled in the rest, I tried to not think about her orchard but it put my will power to the test. A lesson about temptation was being taught to all who came to seek, I’m sure that it will lead some Adam astray if he should sneak a peek. Her tattoo was ripe for the picking and it seemed she had a bumper crop. But just like Sir Isaac Newton’s apple someday hers will also drop. So let this stand as a warning and be careful which symbol you select, Remember that the artwork that you choose is the image that you’ll project. At nineteen nothing is cuter than a pair of angel wings so feathery, When you’re old they’ll remind you that the end is near on skin that is so leathery. But she did inspire me to get a tattoo and so to the parlor I did go, I got the universal recycle symbol on the bottom of my big toe. So when my time is done and I’ve finished my walk along life’s path, They’ll attach my toe tag in the morgue and I’ll get one last laugh.