for PATTAYA TRADER 208 (B)

DRUGGY-GONZO'S-
DEAD-AND-GONE
Hunter S. Thompson
took his own life
with a gun in mouth.
Sure not his bowie knife.

On no bowie knife
did the guy fall.
He'd asked to be fired
like a cannon ball.

They fired his remains
in ten shells cast,
ending as he'd lived,
with a very-big blast !

A-DAWN-COCK'S-CROW-
WAKES-DREAMY-WET-WOOSTER
To Jeeves said dozy Wooster
"I was up with a rooster.
Oh my, the cock did crow !"
Jeeves said "Yes I heard.
A cock's an early-rising bird.
Stands-proud-and-upright, we know !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 208 (A)

BEFUDDLED-FIELDS
WC Fields,
ah yes WC,
in the water-closet
took a pee.
From children
and dogs
said "Stay away,"
but grog
could not keep
far from he,
was always pissing,
my little Chickadee !

THE-ARTIST-AND-THE-POET
Kate went to live in Newcastle
where had been filmed Get Carter.
I went to live in York City
where'd be filmed some of Harry Potter.
Grim reality or a fairystory
our own dreams we had to pursue.
Cities are often made of both.
Oh katy, have you found that too?

THE-BARKER-WITH-
EQUALLY-CRUEL-BITE
Captain Hornblower
when you blow your horn,
whipping yourself up
into a storm.

Captain Hornblower,
oh yes you are;
taking petty things
way too far.

Girl you've a bite
to match your bark.
I hear folk say
"She's a doggone shark !"

ON-THE-GHOSTLY-WIND-
THERE-GOES-A-RESTLESS-RIDER
Hold your horses ! Quick on the draw,
the guy had a gun with fast rapport.
His ghost now rides upon the plane.
Shane come back. Come back Shane !

Yes he is a ghost with a fast gun.
Settled a score for farmers and their sons.
Will he ever ride that way again?
Shane come back. Come back Shane !

A daring drifter, now on a lonesome ride,
and a pistol close up by his hide.
A voice on the wind called out his name.
Shane come back. Come back Shane !

For PATTAYA TRADER 2007 (G)

THE-MISS-QUEENSLEY-AMIS-I-CALLED-
SNOBBY-HE
Kingsley Amis
as to the Queen's English,
it's a snob was he.
Kingsley Amis,
A-miss? A-miss ? A-miss ?
I renamed him Queensley !

THE-SPORTING-PIGGY-TYPE-
ONE-UPMANSHIP-HERE-IN-ENGLAND?
Pig-sticking
is a sport.
A squealing delight
for the sort
atop the game?
Atop the gammon
with their manship
up one?!

for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (F)

LINGERIE-WAS-A-BOLD-
SEA-GUY'S-LINE-NO?
The bold scallywag,
sea-booted, pirate-flag.
The bold scallywag
looted, carried swag.
The bold scallywag
was a captain in drag.
He was a seaman for real.
Did he from clothes-lines steal?!

for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (E)

PEOPLE'S-NEW-OPIUM-WAS-
DREAMY-UTOPIA
Centred-path,
middle-way,
moderation
balanced your day.
Natural law
of opposites
you venerated
as if holy writ.
What led you to
perverted extremes
was he who sold
utopian dreams.

TWIN-BLADE-NICK?
Sweeney-Todd
(Flying-Squad)
Cutthroat barber's
name for the mob
of a London's law.
Denis Waterman
and John Thaw.
Caught by them
"You're nicked"?

for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (D)

THRICE-THUS-THE-WORLDLY-
THUNDERINGS?
There are the Furies,
and the Fates, three.
World War I, World War II,
is there a further to be?
Will lead their warriors
a vanguard of Valkyries?
Lead foes into war angels
as though cruel harpies?

for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (C)

A-KARAOKE-KING'S-BUSY-EGO-
BREAKS-BOUNDS?
With a frog in his throat
the guy begins to croak
as onto the floor he bounds.
He think he is Tom Jones
and wiggles his old-bones.
Music from the machine sounds.
Ha, what a joke is he,
the king of the karaoke,
who thinks himself the biz.
And if he is the king
I'll shake my ass and go swing
out the door. Gee whizz !

A-MISTLE-SONGBIRD-
GOES-MISSING-AT-XMAS
The mistle-thrush is a migratory-bird,
does not chorus our Christmas at all.
But whenever did fake or fable
get in the way of having a ball ? !

IT'S-A-BITCH-DOG-SHE
She is a dog-lover.
Every month she will switch
one dog for another.
She is a dog-lover, the bitch !

WISHER-OR-WANDERER?
I moved on by bus, by train,
and then by aviation.
I moved on again and again
to this or that destination.
I moved as though on a mission.
Pursued my star. Yours you wish on.

for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (B)

SURE-PUTS-ON-BRAVE-SHOW-DOES-
A-LUNAR-LIT-LEAVED-TREE
The moon is on the leaves
through my window pane,
gives them a wetlike sheen
though ended long the rain,
and by a cold wind dried
the leaves there outside.

The moon is on the leaves,
it casts a lovely glow.
Not quite a Christmas tree,
the tree stands on shiny-show.
Autumnal tree. Tree all the same,
shedding leaves with a wintry-pain?

PINCERED-BY-A-POLICEMAN
They've caught the stalk-eyed stalker,
he the sideways crab-crawling cancer.
He edged his way into a hedge. No escaper.
The tide, on him, became a turner.
Yes time now for a prison cell
that we shall call his crab-shell?

THE-DICK-HEAD-CALLERS
Poor Richard Head,
why'd he stay in bed?
Friends called him Dick,
enemies took the mick.
But girls got to grips with the name,
find their talking point he became.
No he's sure not alone in bed !

for PATTAYA TRADER 207 (A)

DAMN-NODDY-I-AM-NOT
You've got big ears,
you've overheard
that man and girl,
their every word.

You've got a big nose
you just stick in
where it's not wanted.
You're not listening,

you are asking
for a fruit-jelly.
I'll not sit here
and be your Noddy.

You have eaten
two already.
You've got big eyes
to match your belly.

Now look here,
not over there,
you're a Big Ears,
yes I do swear,

but you don't hear
a word I say.
I leave you lover
to this damn cafe.

CORRECTION:

In CLOSER TO DISTANCE it should read 'Marylebone', not 'Marleybone' ! 

for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (E)

ON-A-MENU-IN-SIAM-
WAS-MISS-MEOW
Was the catfish an aphrodisiac?
Find the Thai-lady scratched my back,
and I scratched her back in my bed too.
She was my dessert, and I was hers.
A catfish you will not hear purr.
But she purred like a pussycat,
and the girl's fingernails left tracks
like cat-claws. look for the Menu !

A-TORNADO-ENDING-FOR-
TWO-FIND
When Hurri Cane
met Ty Phoon,
came a whirlwind romance,
then a honeymoon.

Their stormy marriage
would not last,
and was to finish
in a big blast.

CLOSER-TO-DISTANCE-SHE'LL-
SURELY-BECOME
Marleybone, not far from the music-studios,
where from the bottom to the very-top she rose.
From a high window she now gets to view
the crowds below, as any of us might well do,
though with fame distance grows and grows.

for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (D)

A-VEDIC-TEMPLE-POND-
CREATURE-VALUE
In the pond, by the temple,
both the catfish and the turtle
swim with their eyes a-goggle.
The turtles snap, the catfish leap,
as though awoken from a sleep
down at the bottom of the deep.
Not with a noise, but by the sight
of breadcrumbs cast, brown and white,
do they rise to take a full bite.
Even the seagulls make haste.
Mouths and bills come to taste.
Not one crumb goes to waste.
Animals know a crumb's value,
and sometimes we humans too.

for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (C)

IT'S-A-BOBTAIL-STEW-SHALL-BE-
MADE-OUT-OF-EVERY-INCH-OF-YOU !
As a snake, she's a coiler
escaped from a London zoo !
As a bunny, she's a boiler,
but'll boil to death your bunny too !
Be careful, don't scorn her,
finish with her, she'll finish-off you !

VITALITY-FROM-THE-VICTIMS-OF-
CIRCUMSTANCE-RELY-ON-THE-
SCAVENGERS-JUST-FIND
Ravenous as ravens
on the carrion,
or buzzards or vultures,
the devouring strong
batten upon the weak
as though they be dead.
The strong of whom I speak -
who hover overhead -
so strong there's the need
on their fellows to feed?

KARMA-CAN-CUT
You say you're in two minds -
had you two heads it's the same -
I've already decided, girl,
you play a monstrous game.
You might play with minds
but do not play with hearts,
karma may wield the sword
that cuts yours in two parts.

CUSTARD-AND-CRIMINALITY
Baldilocks was doing stir.
Yes inside prison was he.
Three more bareheads came along
who were recaptured escapees.
"Who's been doing our porridge?!"
They all laughed "Tee-hee-hee !"
"You've all wild oats for heads,"
came the reply from he
at whom they laughed, "More stir
now you're back in 'custardy' !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (B)

ARTIFICIAL-FLOWERS-WERE-WE
With wood-made swords,
dustbin-lids for shields,
we'd go into battle
on the playing fields.
It was a bamboo pole
and an old piece of rag
which were put together
sufficed as a flag.
But we were kids only,
though just as brave
as poppies to mark
a dead soldier's grave.

WIDE-OPEN-SPACE
I liken myself to an astronaut
in my flight of fantasy.
Setting off from an earthly-port
to sail through space's wide sea.
Going to a world less crowded;
to a greener planet rocketed.

NANNY-THE-GOATHLANDER
Goathland Nanny could fly through the air
on the back of a goat, turn into a werehare
and as fast as the silvery-bullet run -
the silvery-bullet blessed and fired from the gun -
of he who would the witch-hare hunt-down.
She indirectly turned him into a kind of bloodhound !

IT'S-LIKE-THE-DAMN-CARNIVAL-
HOT-AND-BUSY-CARNABY-STREET !
Now off you go girl,
to where the top-shops sell
the latest clothes
and the fashionable.

Yes off you go girl,
my beauty, my belle,
buy the very things
I know adorn you well.

Go get the pretty things
I know adorn you well.
Peopled the pavements
as though a carnival.

I follow no fashions,
but later we can meet.
Royally-dressed, join me
over on Regent Street.

for PATTAYA TRADER 206 (A)

A-COURT-KING'S-CHRISTMASTIME-HERO-
THERE-WAS-MOCKED?
A Green Knight, as green as holly,
rode into King Arthur's Court, bold as a berry.
Prickly was the Green Knight's boast
to Arthur's guests, and to their very-host
whom to his challenge, would've give way
to the Knight sent by Morgan le Fay,
or Morgan the Fairy, as we English say,
who held the Knight under her sway.
But Gawain, or Gavin, Arthur's nephew,
a fine man of honour and integrity too,
took up the challenge, ah yes Gawain
took up the Knight's beheading Game.
The Knight's head fell like a berry,
yet still he rode-off, and merry !
Head back on his shoulders he went,
the Knight whom Morgan le Fay had sent.

REVOLUTION-AND-RESTORATION-VERSE
Cromwell, a winner
in a Civil War,
helped lose a kingly head
the country would restore.

It is everything changes.
It is changes everything.
People change their minds
as a crown the head of a king.

THE-BRUTAL-KINGS'-HEAD-
CROWNINGS
All would live like kings
if only they could choose.
But you've sure to fight and win
your way. As to many who lose,
it is fight those at the top.
Envy or anger brings on down
the few appearing privileged.
Just the bruise on head a crown !

for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (E)

THE-CATTY-HAG-NAG-BECAME-SHE-
AND-INTO-THE-DAMN-WITCH-TURNED-ME !
Now it is the witching hour,
the time of the pointy-hats.
Up and around the bell-tower
hoots an owl and flit the bats.
Riding across the night-sky
are witches with their cats
who purr and screech and eye
the earth below for mice and rats.
I had a woman my familiar became,
turned me into a witch. Always I to blame !

IT'S-JUST-A-COLLECTIVE-SACRIFICIAL-
VIRGIN-VERSE-SURE-FIND
Is it innocence sacrificed?
Or find a very young naivety?
When we grow into adult life
one morn to wake-up and see
in each other's backs the knife?

FOR-THE-CUTE-MADAMS-WILL-
THUS-FALL-DRUNK-FALSTAFF
Falstaff, dozy Falstaff,
false fellow, but a laugh,
the ladies lusfully aft'.
Pour him a further draught.
Not that he needs heady-drink
to roll around with women, I think.

MAKING-ENDS-MEET?
There is small town Saltburn
at the 'end' of the railway line.
It has a pier without an 'end'
and there I 'ended' my time
as a Saltburn small-towner
and off for York City I set.
It was there that I 'ended'-up,
then Bangkok, Pattaya (not Phuket),
over the vast seas in old Siam.
Yes find these cities I befriended.
What a buzz for a busy Beevers !
These verse-lines are now 'ended'.

for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (D)

THE-COUPLING-JACK-AND-JILL-THEY
It was that Jill -
hand in hand with Jack -
sought a needle
in a haystack.
Found Jack's needle
did young Jill,
and sewn together
find them still.
A boy and girl
with each other lay
under the sun
and in the hay.

SEER-SEEKER-DARKNESS-DESCENDED
Darkfall, it's everywhere.
Seek a spark-of-light
within the depths of self.
Try find some insight.

SING-ALONG-TO-A-FAT-SONGSTER-
THE-SLIM-GATHERING-YOU'LL-FIND
The stage-magician, his conjurings.
The girl whose poodles jump through rings.
The clowns with their clownings.
Soon the fat lady gets to sing.

The dancing girls, ah such pretty things,
are second-to-last in the nightly-endings.
And now she comes out the wings,
the fat lady who gets to sing.

She'd like to have a big fat name
that a singer gets with big fat fame.
But all the show's acts are struggling.
The fat lady host still gets to sing.

THE-FLESHLY-FRESH-DELIGHTS-
OF-A-SEX-STARVED-CREATURE
The ogre at the orgy
set the handmaidens afright,
and the spear-bearers, too,
who guarded the site
where the Greek senators
had gathered to disrobe
and plunge into the delights
of the erotic abode.

Yes the ogre at the orgy
set the handmaidens afright
with his so huge hunger,
his enormous appetite.
Too long he'd dwelled
where flesh was a sin
and now, like a cannibal,
at the feast was tucking-in !

for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (C)

YES-A-WHITE-WASHER-SURE-WAS-
CENSORIOUS-MARY-WHITEHOUSE
The puritanical and hypocritical
Mrs Whitehouse got to see
what she would have censored
as to showings on our own tv.
Such people worry about others
to hear them go on and on.
They're never the ones affected.
Censoring is sure damn fun !

for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (B)

A-CONMAN-WAS-A-SQUIRE
They just called him The Squire.
While he never carried cash,
he wore a gentleman's attire.
Had a Terry-Thomas moustache.
Find he was an old-timer,
like a grandfather clock.
Could take a woman, dine her
and be the tick to her tock !
Beds bounced, cheques too,
the guy was a real live-wire.
Caught him, the boys in blue,
still chasing what he so deired.

A PARK TREK
I often like to be alone.
Why'd I ever buy this mobile-phone?
When I go out walking
it's not for a-talking
nor awaiting my ring-tone.

I walk, the trees to view
and hear birds sing too.
But what is it I hark?
Cellphones in the park.
Beam me up, Scotty, damn do !

A FEMALE-FLYER'S-FIRST
Ee-by-gum, a Yorkshire lass
flew an aeroplane, bold as brass.
To be a famey
might have been her aimy
but sure it was she got a pass !

WRONGED-TWICE-WAS-
NOT-GHANDHI?
"Ghandhi was a good man,"
I have heard you speak.
I know he was a holyman
who turned the other cheek.

He turned the other cheek,
let bad men twice-strike.
I thought he said two wrongs
did not make a right?

OUT-A-MIST-RISES-THIS-
HERE-SWEET-MEMORY
Beyond the mountain,
behind the mist,
I grasped the beauty
of your hips,
brushed my lips
against your lips,
both to strip
as Time sure strips.
Moved the mountain,
just rose the mist,
a magical caress
at our very-fingertips.

Two kindred spirits,
a fire-kindling kiss.
Back now the mountain,
back now the mist.

for PATTAYA TRADER 205 (A)

SPARKLED-HER-EYES-AND-THEY-
SPOKE-A-LOT
Silent becomes a waterfall
to those who live closeby.
Maybe it's sparkle turns dull
to the always seeing eye.
But she whose hair cascaded,
her silence spoke out to me.
The memory sure has not faded
as to her eye-sparkling beauty.

IT'S-THE-GHOSTLY-GALLEON-MINE
Although my spirit
a sailor be,
is my body-ship
whipped
against the rocks of harsh-reality,
and tipped
my spirit with it.

YES-A-SNOWY-WHITE-SPRINGIME-
GATHER-DO-I
Like snowdrop-flowers,
with their pale-light
are the stars above
which dot the night.

But it is wintertime,
far away the spring
that's around the corner
surely lengthening

with a climate change
of daily-showers.
Might come snowdrops
that just aren't flowers.

for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (G)

MADE-A-MEAL-OF-THE-LOVELY-LOOKING-
GIRL-SINGER-A-SWEETIE-TOOTHED-CROCODILE?
I recall a singer
whose name was Melanie.
She sang "I don't eat animals
and they sure don't eat me."
I have not seen her
in the longest while.
Perhaps she's been gobbled-up
by a hungry crocodile?
Melanie, ah Melanie,
she looked rather tasty !

for PATTAYA TRADER 2004 (F)

 A-BEDSPREADED-PAM?
Pam,
the jam
upon my bread?
Pam,
the spread
upon my bed?
No. Damn !

PARTY-TYPE-PAIRING
I have seen guys on a stag-night
over a doe-eyed-girl go fight.
I've seen girls on a hen-night
over a strutting-cock of a guy go fight.
Opposites though the sexes be,
in love and war there is equality !

A-REAL-CHOOSY-MAN-CHASER-SHE
She's a classy kind of criminal..
Old millionaires are her miminal.
Won't go for a guy who is less.
You'll find her at Ascot
wearing - as a mascot -
a rather racy sort of dress !

Yes she's a classy kind of criminal.
Old millionaires are her miminal.
And it is they she does impress.
She's not the daft-filly
who'll chase a man willy-nilly,
only the up-front finishing best !

THE-VERY-FREAKY-KIND-OF-FAMED-
FEMALE-FOLLOWER-IS-HE
No deerstalker hat on head,
but find him sniffing around.
Not shy is the Sherlock,
he's more a Baskerville hound.

Upon the tracks of celebs -
ah yes he has girls' scents -
he's sure not the first or the last
and isn't one to go relent.
A pursuer, not a talker,
he's a professional-stalker.

for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (E)

THE-DUO-KEN-AND-HAM
When Ham Stead-Heath
met Kenny Wood:
"At last we're together.
You're my very-best bud.
I like your rhododendrons,
and your garden out-back.
Find I talk flowery.
A deep voice I do lack.
But now I'm with you
all the plant-stems spring !
We'll tiptoe through the tulips
to the sound of Tiny Tim !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (D)

JOLLY ROGERS
Down at the cool seafront farm
outside the Bobo dog guarded barn
we kids gaggled with Pricilla the goose,
swam in the brine, played in the Mill wood,
climbed nearby Cat Nab, atop it stood,
watched the yolk-yellow sun go to roost.
Glyn, Vic, John, I and more,
by the silvery-blue-sea, the goldy-brown-shore.
Cast, our shadows on the wildcat hill.
We were jolly-sailors where The Ship Inn stands
but Robin Hood's merry little band
over in the wooded second gill.

Now a pale pumpkin-round moon
candle's the witchy-night's wintery-gloom.
Boy-games have met their inglorious end.
Fully-grown, each goes his own way,
sparing no darn thought for sunny-yesterday,
till with the wintery-night we blend?

DARK DAYS
On the backs of owls with bloody bills
the very cruel little people came,
riding high above the tops of trees and hills,
over pond and lake and old country lane.

On rocks in the sea the mermaids sat and sang
while along the shore the water-nymphs played,
there to be caught by the sharp eye of any young man
who onto the moonlit cliffs had strayed.

And on the pirates' or the smugglers' ship
he might have spied far out beyond the bay,
the jolly sailors, after their all-round trip,
through his telescope, drunk and at play.

Yes on the backs of owls with bloody bills
the very cruel little people came.
It's said that there was much black magic then.
Some say that such darkness shall come again.

for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (C)

CIRCE'S CIRCLE
Circle her do her lady-friends,
and all are out for wicked ends !
They are out for a good time
and will turn men into swine !
Not there to guard Circe they,
but to lure the guys their way
as they stand close to the bar
"Come boys, enter our circular !"
The magic circle of Circe's femmes
is crying "We want wicked ends !"
Just what they mean, go on guess,
but Circe herself, in that dress,
makes a man a grunting mess !

THE-DEMON-DRINKER-HYDE?
A drunken dandy, he, after dark,
sank chemical-substances for a lark.
Pretty, pretty-peacock and bright-spark?
Should have got his name from Hyde Park.
The guy became a juiced-up-devil
sure like Dr Jekyll in the novel.

THE DREAMY-PAIR-BY-HALF
Soothed and, girl, sleepy,
under the scent of the lilac-tree
in the grounds of Rushpool Hall.
Sometimes there's a big wedding
with a room for the two's down-bedding,
and sometimes there's a big ball.
But here it is you and me
beneath the scent of the lilac-tree
outside of the four walls.
Shaded not from a bright-sun's-beam,
a cozy-couple we in a half-dream.

for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (B)

ONLY-A-ROAD-DEATH-BIRD'S-
FEATHERS-FLEW-I-DO-NOW-SEE
The oily black-feathers
shot with purple and green
are of the dead-starling
at the roadside seen.
Not as black as from afar,
but deathly-dark now hit
by an oiled-up car?

for PATTAYA TRADER 204 (A)

WISHING-ON-STARS-FOR-A-LESS-
SHALLOW-WORLD-ARE-FOUND-YOU-AND-ME
There is a world
deep down it seems.
A watery-world
where our submarines
can travel
and skindivers go.
But are there merfolk
in the sea below?
Is there a people
live with starfish
as we live, girl,
with our starry wish?

YES-CHEAP-SPANISH-WINE-
DOWNWARDS-PASSED-REAL-EASILY
While you had fun on holiday, over
in sunny-Spain, going swimming;
under Westminster Bridge, by the river,
down-and-outs were in misery drowning.
They passed-around bottles of cheap wine,
cheaper than a cheap holiday overseas,
hoping for just as good and jolly a time.
Like the Thames waters it flowed with ease.

for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (F)

A-DUMB-DIZZY-SORT-AREN'T-YOU
You spot a further mistake.
How superior you feel.
Oh you sure are clever.
You are head-over-heels !

An almost finished crossword
you completed only yesterday.
That too made you reel
in a very dizzy kind of way !

Other people's crosswords
 and spelling mistakes?
With you I'll ever be
 smelling pisstakes !

A-DARK-PIMP-SURE-PUTS-YOU-IN-
A-SPOTTY-POSITION-SCARLET-LADY
In your red dress
polka-dotted,
you're a ladybird
black-spotted.

But you've a pimp.
You're with a thug
crushes your style,
sure-pretty ladybug.

ELIOT'S-'CRITERION'-
LITERARY-CRITICISMS
T.S. Eliot? What a one !
His name backwards, toilet old son !
Well it would be, but for the 'S' !
And as a critic, what a mess !
As a poet? On the whole
saved from the lavatory bowl !

A-JACKDAW-QUARRY?
John Daw married
Thereasa Green,
a cute nest-builder
who had a big-dream
of a country estate,
a full kiddies football-team.
Yes she'd a big dream
of a country estate.
Jack was in a quarry.
He sure couldn't relate !

NICE-'NEST-EGGS'-
HAS-THE-MAGPIE
A thieving magpie?
You are so very-right !
That jailbird is sure
both black and white.
He'll win you over
with a pure delight
and then will vanish
into the dark night,
take away to his nest
all that's your shiny-best !

for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (E)

IT'S-THE-BLACK-ROOK'S-
WHITE-XMAS !
"Stone the crows ! Stone the crows !
The blessed vicar's in raven-black clothes."
Let the mistle-thrush sing
and the robin go a-chirping
"The clergyman sure has a rook-like nose !"

for PATTAYA TRADER 203 (D)

YES-THE-POET-HERE-IS-NO-PRIEST
Priests devote themselves to their God
and I, a poet, devote myself to my Muse.
They let their feet tread in an afterlife,
I let the otherworldly fill my shoes.

POLITICAL-PANTS
One-size does not all fit,
yet some would make us uniform.
Uncomfortably many should sit
and the uniformity sure rip.
The idea's pants ! Pants damn torn !