Roses are red
This poem started out okay, but at the third line Dave has lost all sense of direction, and by the end of the poem, for some reason, microwave was the only rhyme he could come up with. It almost seems as if Dave just wanted to get a tattoo, and he didn’t really care what it says.
Or perhaps Dave was so proud of his poem, he wanted to share it with the world – and what better way to do so than having it permanently inked on your body? It’s either that, or this was a horrible mistake Dave is going to regret the morning after having this tattoo done.