I met my lad at a pub
Drinking a pint of brew
We fell madly in love
Before I really knew
However I had an issue
Tears and tissue
He had a tattoo of a dame
His ex- wife’s name
On his upper arm
She was a dish
TRISH
Outwitting an unwilling
participate is a hard thing to do
Especially when
the other person doesn't have a clue
The humiliation
My cause for alarm
We needed to find a solution
Before there was further harm
I sweetly batted my eyes and suggested
He add a line under the letter T I protested
changing the name from
TRISH to IRISH
HELL NO he replied I'm not Irish
I held my temper at all cost
I began to think the situation was lost
although my blood began to boil
We needed to find our way through this toil
I stood my ground
I smiled speaking in the sweetest voice my heart
leaving him no choice but accept my wish
WELL DARLING I'm not TRISH
He wondered how
he would feel making love to me
If I had another man's name from him to see
His compassion saved the day
Understanding how I could feel this way
My darling love to drink a beer
To celebrate St Patrick's Day cheer
To remember the sacrifice he made to get here
Few know the story behind the tattoo loved dear
Word to the wise
Think twice
about getting a tattoo
a loved one may despise
A tattoo is like going
under the knife
Your choice lasts a lifetime
Happy wife happy life