The Tattoo

It really hurts they chanted
 You won’t be able to take it
 I’m a woman she replied
 With pain I’m well aquainted
  
 A tattoo wouldn’t suit you
 The gloomy choir admonished
 As she went to fetch her purse 
 ’Cos she’d made herself a promise
  
 You’ll regret it, mark my words 
 Her children then berated
 And no offence but at your age
 Who will see you naked?
  
 Wouldn’t you like to know? she smiled
 I don’t tell you everything
 (Knowing it was nearly time 
 for her fancy man to ring)
  
 Have you really thought this through?
 They can bleed a lot I’ve heard
 I bled for 40 years she sighed
 And no-one seemed concerned
  
  Tattoos are vulgar, someone chirped
 You’re gonna look so common
 I am common, she replied
 To the gathering so solemn
  
 But when she got back later
 Having been lambasted
 The folks had to admit that it
 Looked bloody fantastic!!