for PATTAYA TRADER 164 (A)

TREASURE CHEST
The bathing-suited are on the beach
and the bikini'd-girl looks a peach.
Sand 'tween my toes, gone unshoed,
by she and the sun I'm barbecued.
Treasure tumble into my arms,
lay your head on my chest 'neath the palms !

A BURLESQUE BEAUTY
The Beauty at the Burlesque
sure tickled with her fancy-feathers
many a bachelor's heart
and wedded-man's, under-the-weather;
for she was the kind of a bird
with whom to fly above the world.

for PATTAYA TRADER 163 (F)

PORT-PATTAYA-SEA-LIFE
I was just sailing solo.
The girl wore naught but a halo
that soon would turn to horns.
She was a siren to be
for this sailor on a sea
of many ports and many storms.
Find she was my undoing,
the virgin-girl was my ruin.
The young-lover sank ageing me !

SHARK-WORLD
Tell sons, warn daughters,
we share deadly-waters.
Sharks are out for the kill,
sinking-baht-and-dollar-bill.
Rising, find, the slaughter.

THE HUMANE?
Foxes in London's suburbs,
monkeys in Phetchaburi.
Forests and jungles fall
to make way for humanity !?

LAUGHING-WITH-AND-NOT-
DAMN-OFTEN-AT-LIFE-YOU-WILL-FIND
When I am rude
it is often in jest.
Just to laugh with life
is surely the very-best.

But not to mock
this life I share
with friends-and-lovers
who've made me swear !

for PATTAYA TRADER 163 (E)

UNDER-THE-THUMB-DUO-YES
Playing doctor and nurse
on a surgery couch
that is imaginery,
no cries of "Ouch"
escape from our lips,
under a thumb-pressure analysis?

YES-DEED-SEEDS-
RETURN-TO-YOU
Thought, word and deed
were the actions that would lead
you. See, girl, where they've led.
See the cruel-seeds you've shed.
The flowering of your thoughts indeed
like nightshade have left me dead.
Ah you'll bloom in your spring,
but dark-winter shall be your withering !

YES-THE-GROWN-UP-SCHOOLGIRL'S-
GOT-BLACK-MARKS
She'd been lost among the minions
of the Hellcats at St. Trinian's
or a school like it I am sure.
The girl has found her wicked way
into the adulthood of today;
adulthood of the sexually-mature.
Tigers don't change their stripes;
leopards don't change their spots;
Hellcats don't change their lives,
they're full of evil plans and plots !

for PATTAYA TRADER 163 (D)

NOT-HOT-ENOUGH-
FOR-HER-FIND
She doesn't like sex.
I caught her with a book.
She and a female friend
were taking a sneaky-look
at an erotic-page of print,
the next page and the next.
"It's not that hot," she said,
"I don't like sex."

A-COOL-THAI-GIRL-LICKED-
THE-RUDE-ICES-GUY
The icecream man
was a face-to-face lout.
He said "Your knockers
are a big knockout !"

The icecream man
was live and kicking
till the girl kick-boxer
gave him a Thai-licking !

EASY-ACCESS-IS-HER-
HIGHNESS'S-REAR-EXIT
Lady Lowbottom lives
down on Avarice Avenue.
Knock upon her door,
find it is number two.
But on her back-door, if you please.
There sycophants enter with ease !

QUARTERING-A-
CAPITALISTIC-PARTY-CAKE?
A card-carrying communist
was talking about humanity
and asked socialists, rebels, anarchists,
to come together, form a unity,
as if all the four were one?
End capitalism, quarter the United Kingdom?

for PATTAYA TRADER 163 (G)

TALL TALES
As small children we
were like giants then,
the whole world was ours,
just a fairy glen.

And down on the beach
by the old smuggler's cave
we ruled the mighty seas
like pirates bold and brave.

But now we have grown
and gone our seperate ways,
real-life bandits and ogres
rule all our days.

We find the world's not ours,
nor yet are the cruel seas,
but who is it will tell
their own small children these?

for PATTAYA TRADER 163 (B)

ENGLISH TONGUE
To touch your heart,
for I've a care
to run my fingers
through your hair.

To brush your lips
with my own lips,
to part your lips
and then tongue-kiss.

You say Thai-men
do not kiss so.
Thai-lady my tongue
is English, y'know !

DIAGNOSIS: A DREAMER
The doctors say I've got it bad,
the nurses cry "How sad, how sad,
he's a romantic, that is for sure,
draw the blind, there is no cure."

My head upon the pillow I lie,
of this disease I am bound to die,
don't bring me fruit or the latest news,
let me wallow in my love-struck blues.

"Who was it did this?" people ask,
as the nurse applies the oxygen mask,
and though my life I'll one day lose,
I will forever love the poets' Muse.

for PATTAYA TRADER 163 (A)

WHEN-IT'S-RUDE-TO-SPEAK-
WITH-A-MOUTHFUL-OF-WORDS
You speak now only
because you are afraid
of a silence that is
as quiet as the grave.
No, cosmic contemplation
sure is not - girl - for you,
bound to this noisy-sphere
that is found a human zoo.

MEETING-OF-TWO-VICIOUSLY-
RAKISH-EXTREMES
If Sade had said to Masoch
"You're such a strange bloke.
I'll take up my whip
and give you a stroke,"
might Masoch have replied
"you and I can agree,
but you prefer reluctant women.
Find you will only pleasure me !" ?