What Were You Thinking
In my youth I had an urge to display
A cute butterfly and a heart on me
So off to the tattoo parlor one day
‘Twas a big trend way back then you’ll agree!
The butterfly, low on my rear did rest
So pretty it was with orange, and gold
A heart rested low on my ample breast
It was provocative, and very bold!
But gravity and old age came to call
And the old butterfly began to droop
My little heart began to stretch and fall
Distorted, it looked like a bowl of soup!
You might sit around, and guess what it was
Just please keep them hidden with pants ‘n bras!
for the Which Of The Four Would You Choose Contest
08/26/2016
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