Charlie is a tat man,
his arm's a coloring book,
He wants to paint a picture,
so others will take a look.
While once his flesh was clean,
pure, untainted, white
It's now defaced, degraded,
...a ghetto street punk's blight
How could Charlie do this
to his God-given skin?
Destroying his holy temple
is looked upon as a sin!
Permanently coloring his arms
is making his wife upset,
Can't we buy him markers,
or a paint-by-number set?
his arm's a coloring book,
He wants to paint a picture,
so others will take a look.
While once his flesh was clean,
pure, untainted, white
It's now defaced, degraded,
...a ghetto street punk's blight
How could Charlie do this
to his God-given skin?
Destroying his holy temple
is looked upon as a sin!
Permanently coloring his arms
is making his wife upset,
Can't we buy him markers,
or a paint-by-number set?
6 comments:
YAAAY
This poem needs to be published.
There are even pictures to go with this poem! :D
Has Charlie read this poem yet?
sooooooooooooooo funny!
You should write a poem about one of Leslie's animals next.
Please don't. I'm tired of animals.
Charlie is the illustrated man.
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