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.
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