Monday, June 11, 2012

My Tattooed Uncle


Brenda D.
6/11/12
Per.1
Radical Revision

“Poem”

Dears Peers of the coping stone,
My uncle was very well known
He had a lot of talent that he shown,
He himself was also tatted up
As a bravery of his customers were putting up,
With the very needles picking at their skin
Showed that they were enduring the pain as their head spin,
He even had requests to pierce
Those who were intoxicated that wanted to look fierce,
While many were satisfied by his wok
He still had time to lurk,
For people who miss understood
Growing up with a tough lean look in his neighborhood,
Not only did rumors make him stronger
But it made his glory days last longer,
Now that he is no longer here
Rest assure that we will always shed a tear,
Our hearts remain with an empty space
Yet no one will ever have him replaced,
We loved you so dearly
But unfortunately I must end this poet with Sincerely.

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