We’re good at making holes in things
And fitting them with studs and rings.
Your eyebrows, cheeks and through your ear;
We’ll pierce your nose, let’s make it clear:
We’ll punch your bits so full of holes
You’ll think you’ve been attacked by moles.
Those things that sit upon your chest
With diamond barbells look their best.
A golden ring goes through your nose.
A golden stud through your tongue goes.
Your belly button gets a pin
And lips must wear a golden grin,
So for gold spikes the holes we’ll punch.
(You’ll have some trouble eating lunch)
But we advise to please take care,
Although mistakes are very rare,
That things can get a little weird
(Note: of all charges we were cleared)
When in our wild exuberance
We pierce each bare protuberance.
Copyright © Dennis N. O’Brien, 2012
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Wonder what would happen if I opened a shop and advertised that I punched the holes they wanted – with a nail gun? 🙂
Would give new meaning to getting your nails done.
Hahahaha… must admit I have a couple… well, four to be precise. What a splendid witticism in that one Dennis, bravo..!
As for the nail gun Dennis, I would imagine the health department would be around to check you out. I wonder what would happen if I opened a piercing parlour and advertised my holes made with a special “Smith and Wesson” process???
Cheers,
T.
Let’s see – one in each ear and I’m not sure I want to know where the other two are. 🙂
Very good.
Thanks Edward
I love this “piercing”poem, Dennis! (And now it feels like I’ve just had an acupuncture session. 🙂 ) Cleverly written!
Thanks for the piercing Analysis Betty 🙂
Clever poem, Dennis. This is a lot of fun. As the Dean of a college piercing had better not affect me one way or another, but the other day I had a young lady in my office that had pierced a rainbow across her forehead. I wondered how much pain she went through to get that done, but, being the proper Dean, I said nothing, but went ahead and processed her paperwork. I’m sure she thought she had made herself more beautiful–although, to tell the truth, I thought she was a pretty girl without all of that. What youth will not go through to challenge, and upset, their elders.
I’m waiting for them to put those gold bangles on their necks to stretch them like a giraffe’s. It’s only a matter of time I suspect.