Two weeks later, scabs all healed,
At last Nate’s tats can be revealed,
The drooling girls come round to see
His illustrated majesty.
And Ollie, too, is there on hand,
To check his tats stand proud and grand.
‘Come on then Nate, let’s see your bot,
We have to see what tats you’ve got’
‘Right,’ Says Nate, ‘Let’s all get set,’
I haven’t seen myself just yet!’

‘Cop this,’ says Nate, and bares his cheeks,
Stone silence follows, no-one speaks
‘Well,’ says Nathan, somewhat shaken,
‘Don’t you like my decoration?’
‘There can’t be any Goth more brill,
Surely Siouxsie fits the bill!’
‘She would’ says Raven, eyes agog,
‘So why’d you get a cartoon dog?’
‘You what?’ says Nate with growing fright,
Ollie’s face turns deathly white!

‘Oh Nate,’ says Ollie, in distress,
‘I’ve gone and made a dreadful mess
When you asked for ‘Siouxsie Sioux’,
I thought that you said ‘Scooby Doo!’
The girls all laugh, ‘Oh Gothic Nate,
You thought you had us on a plate,
But with your silly cartooned bot,
No girl will want what you have got!’
They laugh so hard, they just can’t stop,
At Gothic Nate... romantic flop!