Neverthless I shall try it. I suppose Chaucer would hardly have written in limericks.
The Tattooist’s Tale
When the ships are in port then the crews
Spend night after night on the booze,
And when well off their faces
They seek out the places
Where fellows like me do tattoos.
If they come with the cash I tattooes ‘em –
Naked ladies with acres of bosom,
Cute callipygous dames,
But as to their names?
I suggest it’s much better to lose ‘em.
On my life, said a wife once, ‘God rot ‘em all!’
When she spied ‘em inscribed on his bottom, all
The names of the tail he’
-d been rogering daily.
She took a revolver and shot ‘em all
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