White Tiger

Silver Star - 3,512 Points (May 17th / Between Heaven and Earth)

The Little Drummer Tattoo Shop - Poem by White Tiger

I woke up one morning, in Wichita falls
After driving all night, under intense rainfall

I had driven by, but didn't stop
This parlor, which was a tattoo shop
I had to return, before I forgot
To this little drummer tattoo shop

I remember seeing the awning
It looked rundown and nearly falling
But never judge a book by its cover
Only to be done, one from another
This little shop, from the inside out
Had people talking, gaining clout

I walked right in, there was a long line
My jaw nearly dropped, this place was refined
Their attention was courteous, their service devine
That day I was tattooed and forever enshrined

Next time i'm in town, i'll remember to stop
By the little drummer tattoo shop.

C. Vergara

Topic(s) of this poem: ink

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 11, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 14, 2016

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