Pat Adams Poet Quatrain

Too Tan Tess

Too tan Tess was what they called her
But not for the reason you think
But of a misplaced "two" decal
Stuck to her, after too much to drink

Her moniker came hard for her
With an untanned two on her head
She said, "Well, I'll just keep tanning,"
"Till it's gone, this two that I dread!"

She tanned more to cover it up
After each time, just on the brink
They all still call her too tan Tess
But now, for the reason you think!

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Michelle Faulkner May 4, 2018 at 9:01 AM Am I the only one who thinks people who go to tanning booths are just a little not-right in the head - still feel bad for poor Tess! Pat Adams May 4, 2018 at 3:29 PM Well, I get it. They want to look better but I'm not good with confined spaces. Looks too much like a coffin to me! Yeah, poor Tess sure was a mess! (Did ya see what I did there?)..............80)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 2, 2018 at 8:26 AM Chuckles :)) Pat Adams May 2, 2018 at 5:46 PM Thanks Mo!! Hope you had a fantastic day!

Jan Allison May 1, 2018 at 4:38 PM lol Pat I wonder if she is the Tess Tickle I wrote about in a couple of limericks lol:-) hug Jan xx Pat Adams May 1, 2018 at 4:55 PM Ha! Sounds about like her luck, huh? This was one of those times my muse waited till I was almost asleep so I made some hasty notes! Too Tan Tess Tickle would have had a little more snap though!!