I used to live in a flat with two girls
One was outgoing the other shy
We were all studying philosophy
Like most people I have a birthday
Once a year and it was a tradition
To make and serve tea to my flat mates
I took a cup of tea into Marty’s room
She was not aware of my gesture
As she had experienced a very heavy night
Marie was awake and sitting up in bed
She was wearing a blue cotton shirt
Which was very modest and revealed nothing
We chatted for a while and I was about to leave
When she climbed out of bed revealing her bottom
This surprised me as she was a very reserved girl
Who always locked the bathroom door unlike Marty
It was as she walked across the room that I noticed a tattoo
The tattoo was a likeness of a bowler hat much reduced
I asked Marie why she had consented to a tattoo on her bottom
She said it was okay as she had asked her bottom’s permission
I further enquired why the tattoo was that of a bowler hat
She smiled modestly and said that I was mistaken
As the likeness was that of a Blue Alsatian late of Poole
It was a common error from those celebrating birthdays