As he surveyed the street below,
From giant boots with steel tipped toes,
Gothic Nate stands proud and tall,
He’s higher than a garden wall!
Skull ring, belt and dark black lipstick,
Thinner than a weasel's dipstick,
Slipknot T-shirt, Vinyl jacket,
Metal codpiece on his packet,
To Castle Mall to meet the lasses,
Raven, She-Wolf and Big Alice.

Raven says, ‘Now listen here,
You look quite cool in all your gear,
We love your giant boots and strides,
Your codpiece gives us butterflies!
But if you really like us true,
You’ll get yourself a big tattoo.
Something black and Gothic cool,
To really make us sweat and drool,
Have it inked upon your arse,
Then we’ll know you’re really ‘class’!’

Nate cannot believe his ears,
He’s fancied them for several years!
What a fluky piece of luck,
His chance, at last, to break his duck!
‘How strange you mentioned this’ he says,
‘For just this morning, on my way,
I thought I’d better get one done,
Upon my tight and sexy bum!’
So inside ‘Ollie’s Tats,’ he waited,
To get his buttocks illustrated.

Ollie says ‘Ok now what,
Shall I inscribe upon your bot?’
Gothic Nate thinks long and hard,
The question’s caught him off his guard.
‘Something dark and cool I think,
That only uses jet black ink,
I know the tat that you should do...
A giant pic of Siouxsie Sioux!’
‘Odd choice,’ says Ollie, needles ready,
‘Be sure to hold your jacksie steady!’

Continued: Part 2