THE-SEASIDE-SMUGGLER-AND-
A-HIGHROAD-THIEF
A Saltburn smuggler-king
and a London highwayman.
In York's castle-prison
the two of them would land.
Andrew was pardoned, Turpin had to hang.
Gets even the law with uneven hand.
IT-IS-A-TROPICAL-PARADISE-PAIR
She's one-thousand-and-one-delights,
brings a touch of Arabia to our nights.
She is, too, my Kama Sutra queen,
my Girl Friday, in an island dream.
No Lilith of the Jewish folklore.
English Adam, Thai Eve, Siamese shore.
GIDDY-UP-A-VERY-PRETTY-GODIVA
The so pretty Lady Godiva.
They call her a goddess, they call her a diva.
She brushes back her very long hair tempestuously.
Now he's a bloody-believer !!
IT'S-A-GIRL'S-GIFT-FROM-
OLD-GRIMALDI
Hiding behind her laughter
she paints on her clown's face.
The spectacle is menacing
when she does the Grimaldi grimace.
Far too much make-up.
The girl wears it like a mask.
Her world is a ring-circus.
Her life a fool-long task.
UP A MORN
Up in the morning
with the sun but the blues.
A worn out look,
a pair of old shoes.
Off to buy a paper
that can only carry bad news.
IT'S-BACK-OUT-BY-NIGHTFALL-
FOR-THE-INFAMOUS-PINT-BEER-
LIFTING-PAIR-FIND
Waster and his woman were back on the town.
They were pissing it up, they were drinking it down.
When they awoke the next day in bed
"Where-did-the-money-all-go?" Waster said.
His woman turned-to-him-and-then-replied
"You know Waster that I've got my pride.
If we are not back on the town tonight
folk will think us both far too tight !!"
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