In Qazwin they have a custom of tattooing themselves
for good luck, with a blue ink,
on the back of the hand, the shoulder, whatever.
A certain man there goes to his barber
and asks to be given a powerful, heroic blue lion
on his shoulder blade.
And do it with flair. I have Leo Ascending.
I want plenty of blue.
But as soon as the needle starts pricking,
he howls, What are you doing?
The lion.
Which part did you start with?
I began with the tail.
Leave out the tail. That lion's rump
is in a bad place for me. It cuts off my wind.
The barber continues and immediately
the man yells out, Ooooooooooooo, which part now?
1 comment:
Tattooing must be an ancient craft, Ruth, and painful. Only the brave can endure it.
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