Tattooed circus lady (photo)‘Rueing Tattoos’ and Other Poetry by Susan Jarvis Bryant The Society August 1, 2020 Culture, Humor, Poetry 30 Comments Rueing Tattoos When young she was drawn to that skin-art taboo of embellishing flesh with a tattoo or two. Now time’s marching on and gravity’s struck, her sweet chickadee is akin to a duck. And that spry butterfly, as blue as the sky, that graced blissful space at the top of her thigh, has slid to the back of her kneecap—poor fella; he mimics the corpse of a crushed caterpillar. Her fair derriere was once blessed with a bee and her breast bore the crest of the family tree. Now the bee’s been consumed by a slackening crack and the crest’s disappeared and it’s not coming back. But the ugliest twist in this tale of dismay is her svelte Siamese—now an obese Shar-Pei. Knew-It-All “Genius lasts longer than beauty.” —Oscar Wilde As genius outlives the charm of beauty my duty’s to impart my wicked wit; a sage of middle-age, a highbrow cutie, my mind outshines my wrinkles, it’s so fit. As grey cells quell the hell of growing older by shedding shallow, callow, fallow youth; embracing lessons learned and growing bolder, my brain’s a laser beam: supreme, foolproof. Medulla oblongata territory ensures I have a smart, scholastic mouth; imbued with glory in my upper story, my intellect’s eclipsed what’s slipped down south. I’m a sassy egghead blessed with phrenic grit; it’s a tragic shame I can’t remember shit! Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets). 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Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 Peter, thank you for your hilarious comment! I always appreciate your observations and, even more, your poetry. I am spending this weekend reading “On A Boat To Barra”, which has arrived from over the pond. I’ve been writing poetry for years and I’m utterly amazed that you’ve taken this subject on with a keen and fine eye and you’ve gone that one step further and got every wonderful creation printed and open to the world. You have kicked my arse into action. Maybe, I should be doing the same… thank you for the inspiration. Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 Thank you, Dave. Your observations remind me of exactly why I wrote this poem – to warn our younger generation of the pitfalls of vanity. The price is often high. Reply Dave Whippman August 1, 2020 You’re welcome Susan. My elder son has tattoos on his arms, though thankfully he has left his face and hands alone. I reminded him that hands and face show during job interviews! Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 Dave, I have to admit some of the tattoos I’ve seen are intricately and beautifully done. I’m sure the one on your son’s arm looks spectacular. Please don’t show him my poem. I want him to revel in his tattoo for many years to come! Satyananda Sarangi August 1, 2020 Greetings Susan ma’am! My boring weekend’s well made with this dose of humourous display. Best wishes! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 I’m glad you’re smiling, Satyananda. Thank you so much for dropping by. Reply Sally Cook August 1, 2020 Dear Susan – On top of things and making us all smile, per usual. Loved the tattoo poem especially ! Thanks, kindred spirit– Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your fine artistic eye. Reply Jeff Eardley August 1, 2020 A couple of gems here Susan. I will recite to the next tattooed lady I encounter but I fear a thick ear may ensue. It reminded me of a chorus from English songwriter Peter Skellern. “Shame on the man who pursued her, The Villain who viciously wooed her, She fell in a faint, so he pulled out his paint, And the first thing she knew he’d tattooed her” The last line of “Knew it all” had me falling off my chair laughing. Thanks again, wonderful stuff. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 Jeff, I’m thrilled I made you laugh. I love the Peter Skellern chorus… I’m laughing too. In fact, I’m gonna let you into a little secret. I laughed as I was composing these poems, just like a poor comedian laughs at their own jokes. Please don’t pass this info on. It will be the finish of me! Reply Jeff Eardley August 1, 2020 Susan, your secret is safe with me and just to let you know that your amazing poetry is having a big effect on my friends over here. Well done and thank you for a welcome blast of light relief. Joseph S. Salemi August 1, 2020 Tattoos are a big mistake, as a lot of people will discover when their flesh starts sagging. I’m baffled at the thought of a woman having a bee tattooed on her man-catcher. Talk about turning a guy off! Even the now standard tramp-stamp is repulsive. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 The bee/man-catcher image has me sniggering. Thank goodness my beautiful bumble bee tat hasn’t slipped to those depths just yet. LOL Reply Theresa Dould Cummings August 1, 2020 Your poems – what fun to read! I have a few friends whose body art has gone from Rembrandt to Picasso as time marches on! Your second poem was like looking for my glasses upon my head! Simply marvelous Theresa Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 Theresa, your “Rembrandt to Picasso” observation, and “looking for my glasses upon my head!” simile are hilarious and should be crafted into a poem all of their own. Thank you for your fine eye and wonderful humour. Reply David Paul Behrens August 1, 2020 Rueing Tattoos is very well written and quite humorous. It reminds me of a song written by E.Y. Harburg and Harold Arlen, performed in the movie “At the Circus” by Groucho Marx. Lydia , the Tattooed Lady Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia? Lydia, the Tattooed Lady She has eyes that folks adore so And a torso even more so Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopydia Oh Lydia the Queen of Tattoo On her back is the Battle of Waterloo Beside it the wreck of the Hesperus, too And proudly above, waves the red white and blue You can learn a lot from Lydia When her robe is unfurled, she will show you the world If you step up and tell her where For a dime you can see Kankakee or Paris Or Washington crossing the Delaware Oh Lydia oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia? Oh Lydia the Tattooed Lady When her muscles start relaxin’ Up the hill comes Andrew Jackson Lydia oh Lydia, that encyclopydia Oh Lydia, the queen of them all For two bits she will do a mazurka in jazz With a view of Niagra that nobody has On a clear day you can see Alcatraz You can learn a lot from Lydia Come along and see Buff’lo Bill with his lasso Just a little classic by Mendel Picasso Here is Captain Spaulding exploring the Amazon Here’s Godiva but with her pajamas on Here is Grover Whalen unveilin’ the Trilon Over on the West coast we have Treasure Island Here’s Najinsky a-doin the Rhunba Here’s her social security numba Oh Lydia, oh Lydia that encyclopydia Oh Lydia the champ of them all She once swept an Admiral clear off his feet The ships on her hips made his heart skip a beat And now the old boy’s in command of the fleet For he went and married Lydia I said Lydia (He said Lydia) They said Lydia (We said Lydia) La La! Of course it sounds much better when you see Groucho perform it. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 Thank you for this, David. I absolutely love it! After reading the lyrics, I searched the internet and found Groucho Marx performing it – utterly hilarious! I then saw a version by Kermit and Miss Piggy – well worth viewing. I have to admit, my poetic observation pales in comparison, but I’m so glad it sent me on the path to a joyous Saturday afternoon of song and dance all in the name of tattoos. What fun I’ve had! Reply Joseph S. Salemi August 2, 2020 “Lydia,” being a dactyl, is hard to rhyme. Groucho’s song is a real tour de force, and the high point of the silly movie “At the Circus.” I’ve only tried rhyming the name once: A low-rent young harlot named Lydia Once gave me a dose of chlamydia. I screamed at her “Whore! Never darken my door!” (And girl, am I glad that I’m rid o’ ya). Susan Jarvis Bryant August 2, 2020 Dr. Salemi, I am laughing in delight at your naughty limerick, not just because the subject is funny – the skillful rhyming is the main cause for hilarity. I already had the word “chlamydia” in my head when thinking of a rhyme for Lydia, but you have taken it to genius level with “I’m rid o’ ya”. I haven’t giggled so hard since my limerick trip to Nantucket. Rhyming is fun, but these rhymes need to come with a warning… if anyone died laughing, this limerick would most certainly be the cause. Rod August 1, 2020 Oh Susan you had me in stitches with your tattoo poem….and it’s so true! Beautifully written and presented as always…. thank you. I suspect your wisdom is far greater than that of the short sighted, if helpful, young lady in the following limerick: On the chest of a barmaid from Sale Was tattooed all the prices of ale And then on her behind For the sake of the blind Was exactly the same But in Braille ! Keep smiling Warm regards Rod Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 1, 2020 Thank you very much for your wonderful comment, Rod. I’m glad my poetry brought a smile. I love the limerick – the closing line is hilarious. Reply Rod August 2, 2020 Oh Professor your “Lydia” is priceless…lol Reply Terry L. Norton August 2, 2020 Susan, both poems are wonderfully witty. Your tattoo poem perfectly crafts some thoughts I’ve held about the long-term effects of inking young flesh. My only complaint is that I wish I could have written the piece. Bravo! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant August 2, 2020 Terry, thank you very much for your lovely comments. I’m certain the tattoo poem could be used as an effective deterrent for anyone considering a tattoo -especially with an accompanying picture. LOL I’m thrilled to hear you enjoyed both poems and only wish I’d included a monkey in the list of unfortunate tattoo images. With much gratitude. Reply David Watt August 3, 2020 Top class humor, and classy poetry! 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