for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (G)

JEALOUS JOSEPHINE
"Not tonight, Josephine,"
often had said Napoleon.
She showed such jealousy.
Europa he'd his eye on.
Yes Josephine showed her jealousy
and all-out war's sure a woman's fury !

JUST-A-REAL-SALTY-OLD-JACK-TAR'S-
CONSTANTLY-YOUNG-WOMAN
Mermaid tatoo on his arm,
she goes with him everywhere.
Shares his bunkbed every night,
is his breath of fresh sea air.
He wears her like some a charm,
ageless on an ageing arm.

A CAT-O'-NINE CAPTAIN'S
STORMY LAST LASH
Above the whip of the waves
is a ship's black cat
curled up in her captain's lap.
There is no storm now to brave.
The waves whip but do not crack.
Wears the captain an eye-patch.
The cat black as an african slave.
Slaves no more feel the lash
on a ship that's of the past.
A ship that met a watery-grave.
No crew, no slaves does she boast.
The cat, the captain, the ship a ghost.

A FAR-OFF FOREIGN TONGUE-TIER
The elephant farm was up-the-road
and the crocodile farm farther-down.
I was living in Pattaya City
on the edge of that large town.
A Pattay lady would visit me
to learn my English tongue.
No Yorkshire vernacular,
no words like brang or brung.
Khow, plah, moo, nam she'd bring
and give the thankful sawadee.
I'd then spend the evenings
drinking sake by the Siam sea.
About my condo were palm trees.
A moon red as it was round -
red as the Eastern dragon -
would sometimes look on down.
Above the morn's swimming-pool
a purply-blue dragonfly
would hover in the sunlight
and lizards quicken on by.
Yes a Pattay lady would visit me
to learn my English tongue.
Was I paid with tongue-kisses?
You may not be that far wrong !

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (F)

RING-AROUND-FINGER-FOLK
I rented rooms.
You moved in
and folk around us
said it was a sin.

THE-SUNLIGHT'S-DARKSIDERS
Elephants
and crocodiles,
heavy folk
with toothy-smiles.

The fox
and the shark
you'll come across
before the dark.

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (E)

IT-WAS-A-BIT-OF-THE-OTHER-SORT-
OF-MAGIC-WITHOUT-HAVING-A-GENIE-
TOO-CLOSELY-PRESENT?
The lass let a lad in.
The lass let Aladdin
in to her bedroom.
The room became cramped
when from Aladdin's lamp
the genie was soon
to appear before the two,
the lad and the lass who
found three a crowd.
Yes the lass let a lad in
for a little accompanying,
no genie allowed?

THE-WHITE-ELEPHANT-FIND
Sure heavy's the elephant.
Its bricks do paint white.
Heavy are the taxes
to keep the thing upright.
The people must pay
as the tax-office smiles.
Councils build contraptions
to feed the crocodiles !

SOCIALLY-SECURE-SALARIES
On the unemployed
the Job-Centres rely
for their own wages
and so multiply
those on who our taxes depend.
The numbers rise. Is there no end?

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (D)

MY-MUSE'S-MONSTER
I am Doctor Frankenstein,
is this not so very true?
Didn't my imagination
go run away with you?

Oh what a creature,
oh what a creation,
my verse-poem carried you
to a mountain destination.

Below you sea and sharks.
Above you gulls on the wing.
The view from your mountain-side
had you too imagining:

how small is the world,
how monstrous my poem
to chill you with its ice
before it brang you home.

WIT WILDE
Green was his coat.
So green all over.
He'd not the luck, note,
of Irish-green-clover
though sharp as a blade of grass.
A judge just whacked his ass !

MYTH-AND-MAGIC?
The moon scowls,
bats and owls
take to the black-sky,
but by morning blue
I'll wake next to you
caught in the sun's eye.

The vampire lord
and werewolf horde,
the damn witch coven,
can spread their hells
and cast their spells,
but lying with you's heaven !

BEWITCHING-BUTTERFLY-
FROM-BANGKOK-SHE
Abracadabra,
such magic she
could make a frog
or prince of me.

Abracadabra,
such magic she
could make me a king
or a monkey,
yet I'll tell you this, after dark,
in the bedroom, I was magic Mark.

CORRECTION:

Rhythm mark ! Not Rythmn !! You rhythm-stick !!!! See STUFFY STIFFY below !

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (C)

THE OTHERWORLD?
Should the future exist
I've presently to ask
is not the future
a plan from the past?

Should the future exist
is not life a plan
forged in the past
by other than man?

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (B)

THE FAIRY-LIKE FRIENDS
Like fairies in the wide-field
the four female friends were sat,
young and fresh as morning dew,
daisy chains in their laps.
I was daydreaming nearby,
lying there upon my back,
glancing sideways as they spoke
of boys whom they hoped to attract.
Boys who'd play many a role.
Boys who'd be this and be that.
Boys sure made-up of so many a part.
Boys from some Fairyland perhaps?

STUFFY STIFFY
You dick, you prick,
you rythmn-stick.
I don't give a fig-leaf
for your one-upmanship !

for PATTAYA TRADER 246 (A)

THE-SUNSET-HOUR
On top of the world,
you like the view,
but not everyone
smiles with you.
Though you beam,
others are down.
You're like a sun.
Find many frown.
Yes like a sun
do you now shine.
Yet soon shall come
your cool evening time.

A-BLACK-BEAST'S-BITE
Hellhound at your heels,
the black dog's back.
Far too down to run
from the one like a pack.

The black dog, the black dog,
his teeth sure are sharp.
By darkness you are dogged,
his bite worse than his bark.

Hellhound at your heels,
so glum do you sit.
The black dog is back.
Again the dark dog's bit.