from PATTAYA TRADER 119 (A)

IT'S-BEAUTY-AND-A-MAN-BEAST
Let me come now
to tell my tale
when fauns in the glen,
nymphs in the dale,
hilltop hermits,
woodland sprites,
witches, warlocks,
bold bygone knights
were what made grand
a now old England.

Lived a sorceress,
beauty her spell,
no wizard could
bend her to his will.
Too strong her love
for the beastman in her dell.
Too strong her love
for the satyr in her dell.

Let me go now
I've told my tale
when fauns in the glen,
nymphs in the dale,
hilltop hermits,
woodland sprites,
witches, warlocks,
bold bygone knights
were what made grand
a now old England.

BUNGLED-BIG-A-BUGLE-BOY
The young man sought adventure.
Mundane was his married life.
The war was now an excuse
to say goodbye to his wife.
Having fought in the Great War
his father was to say
"Go if you must my boy,
but there's a price to pay."
How right he had been,
no sooner was the young man gone
his wife sent the bugler a letter,
it was a 'dear John'.
Very soon after that
he was to lose a limb.
Fat dreams of adventure
were now growing oh so thin.
If he had stayed at home
he'd have got a white-feather,
but his body and severed arm,
his wife and he, would be together.

YES-THIN-PAPER-HEROES-
NOW-ARE-THEY
You spy the poor-teens -
poring over the glossy-magazines -
who very much want to be
like the boys and the girls they see
there on the pages within.
The glamour's just paper-thin.

LOW-DOWN-PUNK
Find safety-pins hold his life together
now his very-pretty-girl has gone forever.

NARCISSUS
Into your eyes, girl, find the guy shall stare.
He seeks his own reflection there.