FOR THE LACK
Of a turtle on his back
Bri stopped in at the Tattoo Shack
The tatteur misunderstood
Didn't think that he could.
He was just a hack
And lacked the knack
For painting a turtle on a back
And since he wore a thick wool hood
Couldn't hear as well as he should.
Without the least amount of flack
He gave Bri a thunderous whack
Put all but his face in the back of the Mack
And truly believed what he did was swell
As he glued Bri's face to a turtle shell.
The turtle dove deep into the blue
With only Bri's face as his crew
Who knew? Maybe a few
That the man who wanted a turtle tat
Would become one just like that!