for PATTAYA TRADER 154 (D)

WAS-THE-RUDE-BOY-PIRATE-
IN-OR-OUT-SHIPMATES?
"I am chipper than a parrot.
Cheers mateys, arrr !
I'm chatting-up the barmaid
here in The Ocean Star.
Says her name is Betty.
I'm betting the girl will
show me the open door
before I get my fill !"

YES-JOHNNY-SURE-GOT-
ME-IN-STICHES
"Squelchy-sex for sixty-seconds."
Confessed punk Johnny-Rotten.
To the art of love-making
the rocker has sure to cotton !

for PATTAYA TRADER 154 (C)

THE-TWILIGHT-TALK
" Will we people the stars;
build-cities-and-drive-cars
on worlds very far away?
Or will the dizzy earh end
long before, my fine friend,
as closes now the day?"

HAUNTED-COMEDIAN-ANDY'S-
DARKEST-HUMOUR
Andy Kaufman, comic-loon,
took a taxi to the moon.
There he stayed, on the dark-side,
laughing to himself until he died.

for PATTAYA TRADER 154 (B)

THE CONQUEST
I thought myself a conqueror.
How wrong can anyone be?
I didn't really conquer her.
Her beauty conquered me.

A PRETTY-PERCULATOR
I bought myself a coffee
down at the coffee-bar.
For the price of the coffee
I might have bought a full-jar
at the nearby supermarket -
but hey, there you are.
Don't begrudge yourself a cup
where the pretty-waitress perks you up !

SWEET NOT SOUR
With a bar-girl I found you.
She looked very-much like Lucy Liu.
And you were happy in that bar
with a girl looking like a film-star.
But back home in England,
no pretty-Thai to hold your hand,
you'll think she was a dream
as on the shiny-silver-screen.

THE-WHITE-CHICKEN-FEATHER-
OSTRICHES-FIND
Far too many damn ostriches
bury their heads in the sand;
put their heads down and under,
they won't make a stand
against the despotic-rule
of those who are in command.
Surely we are to gather
them types of a white-feather?

YES-QUEEN-VICTORIA'S-VERY-DARK-
AND-CONTRADICTORY-TIMES
The Whitechapel Murders
were such a bleak-outlook.
Where the Bobby-Peelers
to bring Jack-the-Ripper to book?
Victorian poverty was a fact
and Sherlock Holmes pure-fiction.
Gentlemen paid for prostitutes
then petitioned for their restriction !

Correction: 'Groucho Marx' not Grouch Marx' in TOXIC-GAS-GIRL

for PATTAYA TRADER 154 (A)

EXPLORER
From the valley of her breasts
to the forest between her thighs,
tracing lips and fingertips,
listening to the girl's sea-of-sighs.
How could I not explore her?
How could I not adore her?

ALL-ONE-ONLY
Christian, Hindu, Moslem, Jew,
everybody's got a point of view.
Everybody thinks he his right
and his religion the-one-true-true-light.

THE OTHER
A roof above-my-head;
a good meal and a bed.
What more in this world
other than a loving girl?

THE FAR STAR
The moon tonight
is a scimitar.
You're cut to know
that yonder star
is the girl you knew
now gone afar.

A-TOXIC-GAS-GIRL
-ARE-YOU
Baled out or bailed out?
Your life's sure a farce.
Girl you are a grouch,
but not a Grouch Marx.
You don't see me laughing.
You won't catch me smile.
Yes girl go on grouching,
relief is not your style.

WOULD-YOU-ADAM-
AND-EVE-IT?
At The Windmill, in Soho,
was many a nude-turn on show.
The girl-figures could not move
should the authorities disapprove.
So statue-like the models stood,
works of art though flesh-and-blood.

for PATTAYA TRADER 153 (G)

YES-SHE-WOULD-BE-SO-MUCH-
BIGGER-THAN-HER-LIPS-IN-
ENGLAND
The girl shakes her hips,
pouts her Mick-Jagger-lips.
Were she in the West
she'd have fame at her fingertips.

In a Far-Eastern go-go,
like a Rolling-Stones'-logo
are mouths with the tongues
that lap up the show.

DEAD DIANA
It is he still pores
over pics of Diana Dors
from when a screen-siren she.
Her old movies, for him,
made her Britain's Marilyn,
a blonde-bombshell to go see.
Now she's dead and gone
he is left with no-one,
nobody to justly-name
the latest Norma Jean -
let alone Brando or Dean -
only Diana fits the film-frame.

for PATTAYA TRADER 153 (F)

GO-GO GOING IN PORT-PATTAYA
Buddhism's not your credo,
you much prefer the illusions
of stage-magician Mr Tuxedo.
The Buddha spoke of delusions.
For you it is the illusions
get you through your life.
Money, girl, can buy you them.
You became a rich-man's wife.
Coming from the countryside,
the rice-fields and the farms,
you found yourself as a bride
after displaying fleshly-charms.
Here it is a fantasy-world
where everything appears to go,
and you were a go-go-girl
to we quiet men in the know.
There is no-one will deny
for Pattaya you were born,
so nobody can accuse you
of any port in a storm.

DO-ENGLAND'S-NAVY-ROYALS-
GO-VISIT-PATTAYA'S-PORT-GIRLS?
A British Royal Navy ship
was to harbour in Siam's Sattahip
with a royal-male aboard.
The crew came to Port-Pattaya,
all of them in sailor's attire
though a right motley horde.
Did the royal a bar-girl take?
Did the royal regally stake
his claim to a cute-Siamese?
We're told he stayed aboard ship
in the harbour at Siam's Sattahip.
A true salt of the seven seas?

JIM MORRISON
Morrison? Morrison?
Yes I remember him.
He rode upon the storm
and to the moon he'd swim.
He lighted a big-fire,
the flames which engulfed him?
Morrison? Morrison?
Yes I remember Jim.

for PATTAYA TRADER 153 (E)

OPENING-UP-PUBLICLY
I've been on tv and radio
and even in the press,
yet did I get on with her?
Inside her head? Did I impress?
She said "I like your poetry,
it's deep and often fun,
but I'm the kind of girl
who has to get up and run...
yes to get up and to run
when people start to pry,
for such a private person
you're a very public guy !
I see you are an artist
with a need to express,
and there is nobody can deny
your honesty and openness.
I am not like that, though.
It is well and is good
to have almost no secrets
and not be misunderstood."

YES-A-FRANTIC-YOUNG-PUSSYCAT'S-
CALL-FOR-THE-HELPING-HAND
I can see you to this day
standing upon the ledge.
People said that you
were surely on the edge.
It was only a help-cry,
you wouldn't have leapt.
A helpless kitten, you,
who out the window crept,
stood on that brick ledge
and pawed at the air.
You got attention, girl,
to die you would not dare.

THE PINK-EYED-MOONMOUSE
Like a pet-white-mouse's eye,
there's a pink moon in the sky.
Some thought the moon was cheese.
A pet-white-mouse must be pleased
as to the disc on high,
catching it in its own eye.

MR-PAXMAN-SURE-CUTS-UP-
A-TREE-LIKE-POLITICIAN
Jeremy Paxman,
a verbal axe-man,
chops up the very wooden.
He sure is a good one !

for PATTAYA TRADER 153 (D)

FREE-ROYAL-MAIL-FOR-ME
A letter from the prince
was posted to me
as to the ozone layer
and my defending he
who spoke-out loud -
speech here being free -
as claim the newspapers,
who frowned on his liberty !

ON-THE-LEVEL-WITH-
A-VENUS
She said she was a Libra
and liberally she smiled.
She smiled the smile of Venus
on this late-January's child.
And I, being an Aquarian
with a mind for fair-play,
weighed-up the situation
and to her was to say
"The scales are clearly yours,
you of the Venus smile
but they've not the balance
of a late-January's child.
You can't make-up your mind,
I'll do it for you instead.
I'd much prefer a partner
without your scale-dippy head !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 153 (C)

THE-POOR-DEAD-PALE-WHALE
The beached white whale
was like a big-balloon of blubber.
Children bounced on its body
as though the dead-beast were rubber.
Came the local coast-guards
and men from the RSPCA
to examine the poor creature
and chased the children away.
But a thorough inspection
showed this Moby Dick to be
a regular-eater at Burger King !
The guy had fallen into the sea !

IT-IS-WEATHER-COCK-ROOSTERS-
ONLY-OH-YES
The church-steeple-spike makes it clear:
'Angels and pigeons do not roost here'.
The priest wears his collar-of-white
that suggests his dark-clothes need a ring-of-light
(A ring, a circle, that is halo-like).
He'll go in a car though he came on a bike,
they who congragate in this 'House'
won't let him retire poor-as-a-church-mouse.
Grotesque-gargoyles put off not evil
but seem to say "Welcome any old devil."
That's how this poet has come to see
the way men preach of Christianity.

for PATTAYA TRADER 153 (B)

THE-ROSY-NIGHT-AHEAD
I bought her a corset
as red as a rose
and two blue-garters
to hold up black-hose.
I bought a pink-ribbon
to tie-back her hair.
It's what she wanted
and how I too wanted her.
Then above all this
she wore a red-dress
she'd go take off,
and let down her tress,
when the music was over
at the end of the ball,
when we slid into bed
not very sleepy at all.

YOU-HAVE-FORGOT-ME-TOO-
HANGOVER-GIRL-I-WILL-FIND
I can't recall your face.
The features are without hope
while it is my mind's eye
peers down the wrong-end of a telescope.
All I have is your first name
that slipped from my tongue
when I awoke this morning
under a cloud and over-hung.
I know we met last night
in a bar, then in your bed.
I've a sickness in my stomach
and a pain here inside my head.
I'd like to say it was good
but I don't remember a thing
other than your first name, girl.
Mine the last you'll be remembering !

for PATTAYA TRADER 153 (A)

THE-THAI-QUEEN-DREAM
"You want moo, khow, nam?"
she asked me the Englishman.
I wanted pork, rice and water.
Guessed right the boss's daughter
where she served me from the stall,
the sun - as ever - smiling on all.
Ah, pretty-Thai-girl in the shade,
for its smile and yours would wade
many a man I know, back home,
through a crocodile-infested zone,
and for the eyes that gleam
like twin-suns in a Siamese-dream.

LOTUS-FLOWER-MINE-
WAS-TRANSFORMED?
Crisp-fried-grasshoppers
were my girlfriend's delight,
and she sang with the crickets
at the dark of night.
"You are what you eat," sure say some.
Did a kind of locust my lotus become?

SOME LIKE IT HOT
Over here in old Siam
Thai-girls call me "Walk-Walk Man."
Their lovely legs they stretch
across motorcyles. Ah fair sex,
I like to walk around in the sun
while from it your cycles seem to run !

PRETTY-PLAYFUL-YES
She had a sense of humour.
I laughed her into bed.
Hope she was laughing with me
and not at me instead !

For PATTAYA TRADER 152 (F)

THE-HUMAN-MATERIAL-FOR-
MEPHISTO-YOU-WILL-FIND
It is in blood
you sign your name.
You've made a pact
and show no shame.
You're like a Faust,
for you crave fame.
It is with Mephisto
you play the game.
You've sold your soul
for a worldly gain,
and as you rise
your spirit will wane.
That is the way...
the way to go
for greedy Fausts
who sell to Mephisto.

for PATTAYA TRADER 152 (E)

A-LOVER-FOREVERMORE-MAYBE?
Perhaps one day I will find
the girl who's truly meant for me.
A union of souls, a union of minds,
on a sun-kissed beach by a tranquil sea.
Yes perhaps one day I'll discover
a girl born ever to be my lover.

THE-DEATH-WINNING-DUEL
Coming at each-other
from the two extremes of the street,
somewhere around the middle
you both are going to meet.
And both barrels blazing
won't help you, my friend.
The tall shadow, Death,
guns you down in The End.

TOTALLY-WASHED-OUT-
SURE-WAS-A-WORLDLY-WISE-MAN
He hanged himself with a wahing-line.
He wanted a clean death.
He left the washing on the floor
in a damp untidy mess.
"Goodbye dirty world," he cried,
then gave up his last breath.
The man didn't like the earth anymore
and the earth liked him much less.

for PATTAYA TRADER 152 (D)

IT-IS-JUST-THE-MOONMAN-MAGIC
Some used to think there life on mars.
People, and cities, and motorcars.
Some thought the gold moon likewise.
Some said to the moon we didn't go,
the launch of spaceships just a film-show
to bring the Russians down-to-size.
But science is magic, don't you see?
Find it takes away only the mystery.

SEX-AND-CELIBACY
The bishop and the actress !
Or the geisha and the guru !
It's hard to cast off the desire
that nature puts on you !

YES-RE-LIVING-THE-NOVEL-
LIFE-HERE-IN-SO-FAR-AWAY-SIAM
Beauties come, beauties go;
very-pretty girls I got to know.
Leaving at a turn-of-page,
I never get to see them age.
Sometimes I take a backward-look,
not yet at the end of the book.

IT'S-AN-OLD-MAID'S-RESENTFUL-
WORD-YOU-WILL-NOW-FIND
Pricilla is such a prude,
doesn't like the word 'nude'.
If she doesn't get laid soon
the girl will be a wrinkly-old-prune !

MULTIPLE MINUSES
I'm in love with distance.
The focus is more intense.
Looking in from the outside
trying to make sense
of the life men lead
on a globe grown dense.

for PATTAYA TRADER 152 (C)

A-HORIZONTAL-HEAVEN
I look deep into her blue eyes
where blue seas meet blue skies,
as we lie; like-the-horizon-lies.

A-GLOBAL-GAIN-AND-LOSS?
We are free to multiply.
Free to give the globe a plus.
Free to swarm the earth like flies.
Free to be the death of us?

A-DESPOTICAL-AND-
HYPOCRITICAL-RULE
"Don't do as we do,
but do as we say."
That is the tyrants
who hold damn sway.
That is the despots who
do as they'd not have us do !

BLUE-ICED-XMAS-DAYS
A white Christmas
turns to icy blue.
Frozen fingers
fidget through
the old names
on cards brand-new.
Yes a white Xmas
turns to icy blue.
Ends another year
for everyone who
lives or cares
to see it through.

A-SO-PRETTY-JAZZY-DOLLY
Find she was a Bright-Young-Thing
who to jazz-music liked to swing
in the modern city, grey and dull;
her home in the country just beautiful.

A GOOD-TIME-GIRL'S-DEATH
Legs in stockings encased;
wrapped in a fur coat;
pistol beside the girl's head;
on the pillow a suicide note:
'Find the body on the bed
all debts has now erased.'

ELEPHANT'S GRAVEYARD
Elephantus, with animal-head
and his body of a man
(one of the many Hindu gods
who's worshipped by the Indian),
find upon his throne sits high.
No bone-yard shall he go to die.

for PATTAYA TRADER 152 (B)

THE-MUSING-MIRROR-WITHIN
Yours was a waking horror
finding you were fooled by a smoking-mirror.
Now is the time to connect
with your inner-self and reflect.

IT'S-NOW-A-CHASTE-GIRL'S-
CROWN-JEWELS
I seek a lady's gems
hidden in her secret garden.
I am Robin Hood, and a merry-man,
hunting in her perfumed garden.
Ah, the virgin do not condemn.
I hide in her secret garden.

A LITTLE MISS-MISERY
Her butt's too fat,
her waist's too thin,
her hair's too long,
it needs shortening.
She is too small,
her chest is flat.
She's unhappy with this
and unhappy with that.
Did the girl's man
dare with her agree
then his life also
she'd make a misery !

for PATTAYA TRADER 152 (A)

YES-CLOURFUL-FIND-IS-
CHILD-LIKE-SHE
Stars and fairy-things,
rainbows ans Saturn's rings,
warlocks and hobgoblins,
witches, wizards, butterfly-wings.
Pirates upon past seas.
She loves all of these.

MENAGE-A-TROIS
A dwelling of three.
It, you and me.
'It' being the spectre who
offsprang from-the-dead-love-of-we-two.

LOVELY-PAGE-OVERTURN
A woman before her age
was the pin-up Bettie Page.
The authorities went around
to harass her out of town.
"Turn over very-pretty-Page,
a woman before her age."

DRUNK-ON-LADIES
I drank too much
when I was young,
now women are the wine
upon my tongue.
Women are the taste
my mouth within.
Here is a toast
to our romancing.

correction 'it is only the way the world tilts' for BRIGHT-EYED verse

For PATTAYA TRADER 151 (F)

THE-BRIGHT-EYED-DAY-IT-IS
The sun does not rise
nor does the sun set,
it is only the way it tilts.
Ah there's the daisy, the day's-eye,
with a morning dew it is wet.
It sprang-up and will down-wilt.
Girl, the sun does not rise
yet bright daisies are your eyes.

AGAINST A WALL NOT I GIRL
You might think me off the wall,
but I'm not against it. Or you at all !

IN-RUDE-HEALTH-WAS-HE
Farmer Wiles was all smiles
over his prize-cucumber.
Gave the eye as a girl passed-by
to where the village folk number.
Oh so smily, and oh so wily
as a fox, he the maid pursued.
Talked his way into a roll in the hay
with the pretty Miss. Find this verse is rude !

for PATTAYA TRADER 151 (E)

THE-WHEELING-WORLD
The world is a wheel
to which we are bound.
We turn about in circles.
What goes around comes back around.
So it is with the deeds of men.
The deed gets to be done to them.

THE-ANGLE-FISHER-AM-I
I fish for angles
in life's wide sea.
Look at life in different ways,
and an angler also be.

A-TREE'S-NAME-PUZZLES-MONKEYS?
In a valley garden,
and by a sea,
there once stood
a monkey-puzzle-tree.
If it puzzled monkeys,
it puzzled me.
Remains the puzzle
though gone the tree.
Why its name?
Puzzled I be.
I don't like puzzles
as you can see.
This very puzzle
makes a monkey of me !

THE-HUMOROUS-RUMOUR?
Have you heard a rumour
happens to be going around?
It's knocking on the doors
of a lot of folk in town.
If it came by bus or train
there is no-one really knows,
but it's got a bad-mouth
and it's wearing filthy-clothes.
You know that I'm the type
who is wary of a rumour.
They are so easy to start
with or without any humour.
Nonetheless this rumour,
which is calling on the town,
says that - like a rumour -
you put yourself around !

for PATTAYA TRADER 151 (D)

FEEL-A-FIERY-HEAT
Lady lay down low
here at the fireside.
We shared a bath,
a joke and a laugh.
Do let your towel slide.

Lady lay down low
by the fire's warm glow
and feel the body-heat
as my lips come to press
on your sweet nakedness
from your head to your feet.

THE-MOTHMAN-MOON
Like a moth around a candle's flame
I'm a moth about the fire
I see burning in your eyes.
I too am burning with desire.
Like the moon up on high,
girl I can get no higher.
I'm a moth to your butterfly,
to the bedroom let us retire.

for PATTAYA TRADER 151 (C)

A-RIFLE-BARREL-FLOWER
I recall the old-London street,
the newspaper-mastheads of the Fleet.
And I recall the Ship-of-State
when I stood outside the palace-gate.
Gone the days of heady-hippidom,
but a flower, from a guard's gun,
poked its head, being placed there
by a girl, seemingly not aware
that such was no more the trend.
She could have been an older friend.

TALLULAH BANKHEAD
Tut-tut Tallulah,
was it tit-for-tat
you banked on your head
a fairly-ridiculous hat !

HEART-LEAP MINE
You're a ballerina burning bright
like a Will-of-the-Wisp in the night.
You're a dancer on tip-of-the-toe
and a firefly that's all aglow.
Prancing here, girl, prancing there,
my heart joins you in mid-air.

ANOTHER ALICE
Magic mushrooms in her hand
the girl found herself in Wonderland.
She shrank so small
then grew too tall
as if a fairy with a wand,
a wizard or witch on a broom
made the magic and not-the-mushrooms !

A-SAUCY-SOLICITOR
I shall be explicit,
the girl is one to solicit.
I know of a lawyer
who often does enjoy her,
and there's a policeman who
goes on social visits too.
She was in court yesterday,
had only a small fine to pay.
The magistrate said "On your way.
I'll visit you next Friday" !

for PATTAYA TRADER 151 (B)

JUST-THE-GYPSY-HEARTED-
WANDERER
Home is where the heart is.
My heart's inside this man
who wanders like a gypsy,
his body his caravan.

A-RAGGED-ROAD-LEADS-TO-A-BAD-
GIRL'S-WEALTH
A pumpkin shall be your carriage
and poor mice the horses that lead
the way to your unholy marriage
to a great lord of evil-misdeeds.
You are not a Cinderella
but you are a villain in rags.
You have no wicked stepmother
nor stepsisters who are hags.
There's not even a glass-slipper
from which he'll drink a toast -
to the thorny-rose we have here -
at the reception you'll both host.
Yet you do deserve each other
although you pair poles apart.
Go ride on to your demon-lover
you villainous rags-to-riches tart !

for PATTAYA TRADER 151 (A)

FATED-TO-ABANDON-THE-PIRATED-
SHIP'S-BOARDS-FOR-THE-WATERY-
MERMAID'S-CHARMS?
Yo ho ho,
row boys, row.
Flee the sinking ship.
Wild winds blow,
the storm will grow
and waves go whip.
In this hail -
hard as nails -
we flee like rats.
Can no more dream
of lives in cream
we sea-booted-cats.
Down in the deep
awakes from sleep
the devilish kraken.
Sinks our world,
sinks our pearl,
boys we are forsaken.

Yo ho ho,
row boys, row.
Upon the rocks we've run.
Give me the charms
of a mergirl's arms,
my own world's undone.

THE-PRINCESS'S-SERPENTINE-
HAIR
Her hair is a cobra's coil
and then it's a cascade.
on sand, concrete or soil
she's a princess, no handmaid.
Girl, let down your hair
and I'll spy a waterfall.
Ah stack it up again,
snake your hair into a ball.

THE-TRUE-VISION-OF-MY-HOME-
COUNTRY'S-OWN-QUEEN?
You came to me in a vision;
yes I saw you in a dream.
It was then I made my decision
to return to England-now-not-so-green.
I turned my back on the sunshine.
I turned my back on the sweat.
Said goodbye to the Thai-girls so-fine
from Bangkok, Pattaya-and-Phuket.
Ah you came to me in a vision;
yes I saw you in a dream.
It was then I made my decision
to return to England ... and my queen?

correction:

The line in INTERNATIONAL-LANGUAGE should read 'Yes English I most truly am' not 'surely am'. It is a minor detail, but important to an alliterative-style poet.

Corrections:

Captain Mark - Poet of Port Pattaya. Prolific poet - Busy Beevers. Mark Beevers (anagram: A Verse Maker Be). There are several small errors on this fairly new blog. Claudius's wife was Messelina not Melissa. All verses are from an older blog which had over 7000 hits. Actual pages from several Pattaya Traders can be found at the foot of this blog. Latest additions from the older blog are on 'for PATTAYA TRADER 150 (G)'. Go to panel on the right to access earlier additions, or simply scroll down, going to OLDER if it applies. Cheers mateys, Captain Mark

for PATTAYA TRADER (G)

AN-INTERNATIONAL-LANGUAGE-
IT-SURELY-IS
She said "You look rather young
having done the things you've done."
I told her "it's my French tongue."
"But you are English, an Englishman !"
"Yes English I most surely am,
though I'm not a one to shun
a language that turns women on
and that keeps this verse-poet young
by exercising my French tongue !"

A LADY DARK
Catching my eye,
a black butterfly
flutters on by,
makes me sigh:
what beauty she,
the dark-skinned lady.

ANT-ARMIES
As red and black
and white ants fight,
so men are reduced to insects
with their military might.

AN-ALTERNATIVE-LADYSHIP-
WAVELENGTH
I recall pirate-radio.
Music from a ship named Caroline.
How I loved that lady
who rolled upon the wavy-brine
and rocked the authorities.
She ruled the nineteen-sixties.

for PATTAYA TRADER 150 (F)

ANCHORED-DEEP-IN-HEART-MINE
I have a bottled-up message;
bottled-up far too long.
You've taken anchorage here in my heart
sailor-girl who goes sailing on.
And I have got to tell you;
yes I've to tell you girl, aloud;
you've a sailor-boy for a lover
who also rides on a silver-cloud.

THE-OTHERWORLDLY-DUO
We might have met in another life
and even in a far-away world !
I too gaze at the stars in the night.
They're very much like your far-away eyes, girl.

for PATTAYA TRADER 150 (E)

JUST-COCONUT-JUICE-MONKEYS-WE
She called me "White-monkey."
Find it was only in fun.
We climbed the palm-tree
that reaches up to the sun,
from where we lay in a beachside-hut.
Just a pair of juicy coconuts.

TRUMAN TITLE
Truman Capote -
be it understood -
wrote in ink
and not in cold blood.

'In Cold Blood'
was his book's name.
Infamy was born
of this pen-man's fame.

THE-PRETTY-WASPISH-SHE
She's a wasp-waisted thing,
but with a tongue known to sting.
With her I'd be more besotted
seeing her with a fly-swatter swatted !

for PATTAYA TRADER 150 (D)

MARK-BEEVERS-ADDRESSES-
CLOSE-LADY
I'm a busy Beevers
when it comes to poetry.
The anagram of my name:
A Verse Maker Be.
Mark my words, dear girl, yes.
The poet's Muse behind my address.

PARISIAN-COCTEAU'S-OPIUM-
CURE-STORY
Cocteau, ah Jean Cocteau,
and his story of a cure.
How to get clean of opium
and close its dirty door.
And Paris, ah romantic Paris,
bohemian and so artful too.
Paris, who'd want a cure from you !?

WHITE-WINE-AND-
WITH-INDIAN-TONIC
She was just the tonic
for my mature wine.
She came from Sri Lanka
to Siam's City-of-Sunshine.
A black rose, a black pearl,
an oh-so-pretty Indian girl.

DAILY-FOOD-FOR-SOLITARY-
THOUGHT-IS-A-MUSE
No girl, I am not jaded,
though my verses sometimes rude.
Ah yes I love the ladies
but I like my solitude.
Just the Muse and me, she
too naked to be nude.
Too naked for anyone to see.
It sure is thought given food.

A-NOSY-PARSON-GETS-PERSONAL-
WITH-HIS-NAUGHTY-GIRLS
The parson's nose is so long,
Woody Woodpecker is he nicknamed.
He hammers upon the doors
of women who are ill-famed.
Yes he hammers on the doors
of women paid to entertain.
They open, will let him in;
pour him tea into a cup;
say "Help-yourself-to-the-sugar,
it will keep your pecker up !"