In search of a famous body piercer

We went to Atlanta in search of Isabella
Though we knew her impossible to recognize

Friends in the Bible Belt
Withdraw at the mention of her name
Or else cluelessly
Name daughters after her
Complete with ponytails and pink ribbons

You and I look at each other and snicker
Yes, we know we are childish.

We look for her in the city in the south
But one has to know who to ask
And Jack the Austrailian tour guide
Said he doesn’t have a clue.