for PATTAYA TRADER 257 (F)

BOHO SOHO ?
Strip-artists, all go-go.
Bohemians, in Soho ?

for PATTAYA TRADER 257 (E)

FIND-A-FOXY-GUY-AND-
A-COUGAR-WOMAN
The girl likes the silver-fox,
a father-figure is he.
The cougar likes the very boy
whom she will call sonny.
Toy-boys and sugar-dads,
girls with youth the cougars had.

for PATTAYA TRADER 257 (D)

DIVINE MADNESS?
Mystic or mad-monk ?
Which one was Rasputin ?
Was he a cure or a curse ?
And did he have a fling
with an infatuated Tsarina ?
Was Romanov a romantic dreamer ?

A-MIDWAY-DARK-DAY
You're at the crossroads
in your mid-life-crisis.
The clouds are black,
the wind's a wild kiss.
Which route you take
find there's no escape.

BANGKOK-BURLESQUE-BEAUTY
Black-stockings, blue-garters,
find stripped for me
my lovely-lotus-flower,
my very own Gypsy-Rose-Lee !

WRITER-WELLS-AND-
REBEL-WEST
Scribbler H.G. Wells,
he sure loved the belles
when he'd free time.
With Rebecca West
the guy undressed.
She'd a liberal mind.
The Time Machine -
for such a team -
could've saved more time !

PENNY BLACK
Turn up can bad Penny,
the spot she lives is as black as any.
She leaves on men her stamp
like the lousy Victorian vamp.

DULL DAY ?
Pink, blue or even green
the alien visitor might have been.
But witnesses said he was grey.
Would a starman brighten your day ?!

A-BIG-FIX-BOXER-FIND
Being a boxer in the ring
makes of the man a king.
The spectators come very-much alive
when his opponents take-a-dive.
He's a pretender on the throne,
but not even the 'losers' moan.

IT'S-AMSTERDAM'S-LOST-POINT-MAN
He lapped-up the Heineken,
whoop ! whoop ! whoop !
The Red Light District disappointing
now he had the brewer's droop !

SKATING-ROUND-COPS'-QUESTIONS ?
Kate Skate -
from Billingsgate -
is a fishy sort.
She flatly denies
she is telling lies
'oft times the girl is caught
in a slippery situation.
Theft is her occupation.

for PATTAYA TRADER 257 (C)

ONE FOR SORROW
Black and white,
half-truth, half-lie,
stole the girl's heart
the thieving magpie.
He looked deep into
her blue and grey eyes,
he told her tales,
she felt she could fly.
Now the fellow's gone
she just wants to die.
Stole her heart and gold
the thieving magpie.

for PATTAYA TRADER 257 (B)

THE-GARY-COOPER-GUN-HAND ?
I'm a gun-slinging poet,
my pistol is my pen.
I shoot from the hip
and my pen's tip.
It's now 'High Noon' again !

for PATTAYA TRADER 257 (A)

LOOK WHO'S PASSING
Her body is the temple
of tantric-sex,
the Kama Sutra Queen
turns heads, twists necks.
The girl is one
of a dying breed.
The sixty second quickie
is the Johnny Rotten creed !

for PATTAYA TRADER 256 (F)

DUST-AND-ASHES
Ashes to ashes
(the bold and the brave).
Stardust to stardust
(etch on their grave).

for PATTAYA TRADER 256 (E)

ASHES-TO-ASHES,-STARDUST-TO-
STARDUST ?
David Bowie, he's dead, he's gone,
for many a year the Starman shone.
What he did was damn bold and brave,
and now he shines beyond the grave ?