IT-IS-NOT-THE-NURSERY-RHYME
Not what you say, find,
how you say it;
your body is a violin
and I desire to play it.
Hey diddle diddle
I'd be the bow to your fiddle,
the runaway dish and spoon
now over the dreamy-moon.
"DO NOT DEAR ME !"
Don't go end your sentences
with love, petal or pet,
as from the feminist you address
a damn dressing-down you'll get !
THE-THAI-TATTOO
The girls in Pattaya City
seem to like a tattoo.
My ladyfriends bore one
and sometimes they bore two.
A lovely-rose or star
and even the god Vishnu
who is a Hindu avatar
(Buddhists like him too).
For the tattoos did I care?
Give me naked-flesh everywhere !
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