Ta Ta Tattoo
Ta Ta Tattoo
I don't like you
I wish that you would go
I had them done when I was sixteen
At this age, I didn't know
One day my skin would wrinkle
And crinkle up my Tat's
Now all is seen is a patch of ink
There's nothing fashionable about that.
I wish I had been wiser
And listened to my Mum
My old Tat's look dreadful
How could I have been so dumb?
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2021
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