for PATTAYA TRADER 141 (B)

A-BOVARY-BUTTERFLY
She is a Madame Bovary,
in a ravishing lover's arms let her die;
end her life as a caterpillar,
for a day be a butterfly.

NEW WAY TODAY
The house was left a ruin
with bullet-holes in the door;
a fatally wounded grandad
and a dead baby on the floor.
A home-made hand-bomb
was meant to even a score.
A community gathered round
and heavy was their load.
No more turning a blind-eye
the folk who lined New Road.
The scared, the weak, the weary;
the drug-pushers, pimps and gangs;
all came with their empathy
and everyone held hands.
Today there'd be no burying
of heads in the sand.

for PATTAYA TRADER 141 (A)

THE-ALBION-ROAD-LIES-AHEAD?
When Britain was Albion
and May Day was Beltaine,
was all a white-magic?
Will it come around again?
Will Albion then justifiably
be an ark against dark rain?
Comes the storm, comes the flood,
comes the prophecy of pain
by the druids who were undone.
Will follow the road-to-Albion?

EDWIN-AND-AFTERWARDS-
EASTER-CONFLICT-YOU'LL-FIND
In Port-Mulgrave and Saltburn-by-the-sea
Hermitages-of-St-Hilda came to be
A princess and Abbess-of-Whitby she -
who challenged Rome's supreme-authority -
a Celtic-Christian from Hartlepool.
Grand-niece of the great Edwin,
he who was a York-Castle king
with most of England under his wing,
a pagan who turned Churchling,
but like Hilda was no pope's fool.

SPOUTING SEX
Sex? I can spout it:
Pretty-girl don't doubt it,
nobody gets here without it !

DISEASED-OYSTER'S-RESULT-
IN-PURE-PEARLS
I am sitting here
penning this song,
I am sitting close
to a cottage with a pond.
A mermaid, she sheds a tear.
It's a pretty pearly one.
Yes it's a pretty pearly one,
cause of an oyster's disease;
but she is sick with love
and far away from the sea.

A-SALMON-OF-WISDOM
The hazel-nuts of Truth
and of Wisdom fall
and Fintan the salmon
eats them all.
Would that we catch
Fintans by the tail
and taste of Wisdom
as did Fionn Mac Cumhail.

THE-PRETTY-THORNY-TALE
My oh my, woman,
now can you talk !
and grows your nose
like a rose-stalk.
My oh my, woman,
you can lie, I know.
Pure-truth does not go
with a female Pinocchio.

for PATTAYA TRADER 140 (D)

RUIN-AND-SPOIL
Ah Qinnevere !!
Yes, books I read them.
You brought-down Camelot
as Eve did Eden.
Women, oh women.
Still men need them,
though ruined the castle,
though spoilt the Garden.

CLEAVE TO THE LAND
The currents, cascades
of our rivers,
the sheer force and fall
of our waters
that are drink, are fluid,
for bank and dockside flowers,
while the sun spies
through the trees and towers.

Green sheep graze
on greener hills,
innocent of industry,
of man's mills,
where blind as bats
and bloody wills
is green, green nature
in her frocks and frills.

Green as the pound notes
that have gone,
green as the green-grocer
to the butcher's song
of sweet salad days
and the heart he had won
now tied to the string
of a new lover's apron.

Green as the children
in the chimeless fun-park
yet to be charmed
by the linnet and the lark.
Green to the lights
after dark
but not the star's inspiring spark.

Blind as drunkards
hell-bent on brawling,
innocent as infants
to the deviant's calling,
while prone as prostitutes
to men's mauling,
forced is the virgin
into her falling.

Forced is the virgin
into her falling
by old professions
and a new blood's roaring
just like lions at lambs,
proud and pawing,
rude as the rose
to real men's knowing.

for PATTAYA TRADER 140 (C)

CRUISE-LIKE-A-CAPTAIN-DO-I
Yo ho ho, yes yo ho ho,
round the islands off Pattaya I go.
With my naga-like-girl I surely want to swim
in the cool deep-blue-ocean below.

Yo ho ho, yes yo ho ho,
round the fleshy-beer-bars of Port-Pattaya we go.
From the Jolly Jack Tar to the Highway-Star,
while a shiny-red-eye-sun is sinking slow.

REAL-REFLECTION
The girl perches on the edge of the metallic-bath,
shaves her legs that are very-slender and long
with the so-sharp-men's-razor
which was a present to her dreary-brother.
Fells a forest of dark-hairs this rare-bird-of-joyous-song.
But rising from the edge of the metallic-bath
to admire her strange-beauty in the huge-wall-mirror,
she slips upon a soapy-damp-tiled-floor.
The now vain-and-wigless-girl looks just like her wet brother.

for PATTAYA TRADER 140 (B)

SOMETIMES-CENTAUR
Black sheep sometimes have good reason to be,
while this dark-horse, girl-rider, as you shall see,
will teach, that underneath, a stud is he !

SIAMESE-LADY-SEDUCTION
Casanova?
Romeo?
Valentino?
Duan Juan?
it's the ladies seduce
in Pattaya, old-Siam !

NAKED-EYE-VIEWS-JUST-NOT-
QUITE-NAKED-SAVAGES
Hawkeye, wrapped in his buckskins,
pinpoints Mohicans without moccasins.
Running barefoot through the trees,
hunt down the shoe-shod these.

A-QUESTING-QUINCEY-IT-IS
Thomas De Quincey
sure was no Tom Thumb,
for - being an eater
of mind-expanding opium
he chased the dragon.
His head grew bigger
till he felt like an ogre
out of Jack-the-Giant-Killer !

for PATTAYA TRADER 140 (A)

PUNTER'S-PAST-ALBION-BOAT-SONG
I am with Mr.Sillitoe
when he writes of a-punting.
Through Blake's greener England to go
where the cruel have gone fox hunting.
To hear the wild birds sound,
see a sedge-warbler or a buntin.
Yes I am with Sillitoe
when he writes of a-punting.

I am with Mr. Sillitoe
when he writes of a-punting down river.
Through Blake's greener England to go
in Britain's far sunnier weather.
To hear the wild beasts sound,
see the odd mink or rarer otter.
Yes I am with Sillitoe
when he writes of punting down river.
City boat-racers hear my song,
I am punting for far-away Albion.

THE-PIPE-SMOKING-PIP-
HE'S-CALLED
He smoked a pipe
when but a kid
and so grew up
he never did.
It stunted his growth
and now is he
not much higher
than is my knee.
He's more of a nettle
than he is a tree,
and folk round here
call him Pippy Pipey.

THE LESBOS ISLE LADY
Was the poetess Sappho
a female homo?
Was she a lesbo?
Her island's name sure says so !

for PATTAYA TRADER 139 (D)

SCOTT-WE-SURE-SCOTCHED
Whatever happened to Walter Scott?
We had loved him a lot
and now we love him not.
Oh whatever happened to Walter Scott?

AMERICAN-COWBOYS
Hiawatha and Poccochantis,
one blew wind, the other a kiss.
Peace came of that, peace came of this.
Find it is cowboys who a fight miss.

ROBBING-ROY
Rob Roy?
Robber boy in fact.
In fiction
a contradiction
and a hero at that !

THE RECORD-PLAYER-NEEDLE-NO
A child of the love-in 60s;
a flower with a record-deck;
chanced her arm with another needle
and became a 70s butterfly-wreck.

UP YOUR BRACKET
"Why not take the bus?
We always see you on foot !"
I've two-legs. What is the fuss?
Stick two-fingers into your butt !

for PATTAYA TRADER 139 (C)

IT'S-PATTAYA-CITY'S-
PROWLING-GIRL-TIGER
I'd a girl from Sri Lanka
among the Thai ladies who
like to party in old Siam,
and I'd a girl China Blue.
Her mamma married a Chinese,
and he was a policeman who
was shot dead, his child very-young;
into a wild-tiger she grew.
She's a stalking crime-of-passion
out to get her claws into you.
Mary Whitehouse spin in your grave,
my back was scratched by China Blue.

ROSY-RED-APPLE-CIDER-
SURE-WAS-LIPPY-SHE
Cider with rude-Rosie on a sunny day.
She and I sure made hay
as together in each-other's arms we lay.
While the farm-cat's away the field-mice will play !

for PATTAYA TRADER 139 (B)

A-SURELY-NOVEL-DIVISION-CHERI
Between the covers of a Colette
sure find a house-of-sin's Cheri.
But I'm in a divided house.
Pattaya's-half-a-den-of-iniquity !

YES-MOZART'S-MUSICAL-MAGIC-IT-IS
Mozart, find, was musically astute;
wowing the ladies with his magic-flute !
With his tunes he also wowed
by being a genius well endowed !

THAI FRUIT
Tell a ladyboy by his Adam's apple, ooer !
Find that I do not eat fruit, however !

IT-IS-THE-NEW-LOVER-
WHEN-A-HONEYMOON-IS-OVER
Now over is the honeymoon
it will be sunny, but not too soon.
Come to terms with being wed,
later taking a lover up to your bed !

HUMPHERY-BOGART-FIND-
I-AM-NOT-GIRL
I might have been Bogart
were I not so tall,
and were you a beauty
you might have been Becall.
No you're no plain-Jane,
but then you aren't Lauren.
Me? I'm no Humphery,
I'm too tall I'll say again.
Find that I won't say
"Here's looking at you kid",
because I just don't love you.
Probably never, not ever, did.

for PATTAYA TRADER 139 (A)

THE-THOUGHTS-ASIDE
A lateral-thinker
by far and wide,
yes-find-me-thinking
on-the-side.

The leaves
Red and gold;
Exits the young-tree,
Enters the old.

JUST-A-ONE-OFF-HORSE-
WAS-JEFFERY
Jeffery Bernard's race is run
and still there is room for just-the-one !

THE-RAKE-RICHELIEU
The Duke-de-Richelieu was a rake,
a man who was forever on the make,
with a wink, a smile and a trouser-snake.
To the wood a young-virgin he'd take,
and there his foul-lust he would slake,
with a wink, a smile and a trouser-snake.

A-PARISIAN-PARTY-PARTING
I found Pigalle in Paris, France,
lost in a city of sweet romance.
The drink and the ladies only grew sour
when I departed wine-glass and  rose-flower.

HI-HO-SILVER-GIRL
All her lovers turn out strangers.
She's a white-mare to these lone-rangers.
Yes they quickly come and quickly go.
Will the girl ever cry "Ride on Tonto !"?