for Fandango’s One Word Challenge(FOWC) of 31 October 2020, outlandish.
On Halloween, a brave desision,
Tattoist makes his first incision.
What prompted me to decorate?
Alas, I could no longer wait.
Appropriately, for the day,
A witch on broomstick, flaps away.
On her head she wears tall hat,
Behind her sits, of course, a cat.
The process starts. I tingle within,
The needle starts to tickle skin,
Tattooist waves his wand with verve,
As if to help me calm my nerses.
The tattoo done, this artist skilled,
I check my arm and sit there thrille.
Applies a bandage for protection,
“We have to guard against infection.”
Outside the shop, I’m thrilled inside,
I’m ten feet tall, I’m swelled with pride,
What fun I’ll have when to friends I’ll brandish,
My birthday present, so outlandish!
One of my friends posted on here about how, for their sixtieth(?) birthday, they got their very first tatoo. I smiled, but at the same time, I’m thinking “No, thanks.” Did you ever sleep with someone and, in the morning, look over at them and ///think “Oh my god, what have I done?” Well, that’s me and tattoos!

My adult grandkids all have tattoos, various designs.
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but you don’t? 🤣
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Nope. I’ve thought of it but not worth the pain. Besides aging is not kind to my skin so it’s usually covered up.
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But I would offer, if you’ve lived till 60+, why not?
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sit there thrille[d] Cool write. I been thinking, Oh! No! Not about the tattoo! About waking up the next morning…
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Yes it seems madness, doesn’t it? But there we go…
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