for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (D)

IT'S-A-DON-DUCK'S-LECTURE-ON-
THE-UNCERTAIN-BOOKS-HE-CALLS-BEST
There are the dons,
the Donald Ducks,
who tell us "Read
the best of books."

"The best of books,"
they so profess.
Do tell us, quacks,
which your damn best?

THE-BACK-AROUND-WHEEL?
No longer the child you were,
no more the young woman too,
sure turns the wheel-of-life
for ever-changing you.
From the womb to the tomb.
From the tomb to the womb?

for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (C)

LEFT-THE-ELEPHANTS'-GRAVEYARD-
TO-GO-OVERSEAS-AND-DWELL-IN-ANOTHER?
I met Spike Milligan
as well as George Melley
when the celebs visited
Saltburn by-the-sea.
Saltburn is a small town
wealthy-widows attracts;
there they go retire,
tough-hides and tusks !
Here I'm just being joky,
but I DID meet the pair
before living in Siam,
Elephants found out there !

THE-BOHO-SO-SOHO-BLUE?
A free-thinking woman
and free-loving too,
the arty-bohemian type,
not one for the wedded-life,
some guys call her a guttersnipe.
They're not artists but paint her very-blue !

THE-BAWDY-BARD-
BORED-THROUGH-BOREDOM
Bored, the bard
wrote like a bawd.
'Twas from his quill
find plenty-ink spilled,
his writing became less hard !

RETURN-TO-UNBORN-WE
We are born to die,
yes death comes to we
on this wheeling globe
with its cyclic seas
and circular seasons.
We are born, we grow,
and ther we return
to a rounded-zero.

TONGUE-TIER?
She gives him much lip,
the girl's tongue is a whip.
Get even shall her guy,
her tongue he will tie.
Over her damn words she'll trip !

for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (B)

THE-WASTE-OF-TME-AND-SPACE?
Perhaps we'll be monkeys
on which to experiment?
Perhaps we'll be damn-fleas
which to swat, being an irritant,
should someone from outer-space
set foot on earth, show his face?
Perhaps he'll be more benign
than we who are a waste in Time?

THE-HOT-AND-BOTHERED-
HOUSEWIFE-IT-IS-FIND
She's very busy with her hands,
washes all the pots and pans
after making him another damn meal.
Sweeps the kitchen floor and then
goes to pick-up their two children
from school. Her head begins to reel.
Jobless husband just watches tv.
It's food and satellite dishes for he.

for PATTAYA TRADER 189 (A)

NO-THE-DERELICT-BUM-WON'T-
QUITE-BE-HOMELESS-THIS-DAMN-NIGHT
There are only the three walls
and rooms with collapsing ceilings.
A doss-down place; he is keeling.
He'd better sit before he falls.
The liquor has got him licked.
Like the house the bum is a derelict.

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (H)

THE-HOPELESSLY-CRUSHED-
GRAPES-GIRL-IS-COLD-SHE
She drinks from the cup of love.
There is ice in the wine.
What should've warmed her heart
chills instead her mind.
Find sometimes a relationship
can be such a crushing-bind.

LOCK AND CHAIN
Like a tired Houdini,
he was to break their wedlock
when she, his wife, chained him
to workloads around the clock !

THIS-HERE-SIMILE-MIGHT-NOT-
RAISE-THE-SMILE !
If you don't understand metaphor,
nor understand an allegory,
and are not aware of innuendo
or the power of mythology,
then you won't care for my poems.
You're like a thicket. That is simile !

TRULY-LITTLE-INTELLIGENCES-
INTIMIDATE-WITTY-GIRL
Where are her clever clogs?
Where are her smarty pants?
Bare-legged and barefooted
her wit falls foul of biting ants !

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (G)

WORKED-TO-A-TOTALLY-CRUEL-DEATH
My father fought in World-War-II.
He saw men carry the bodies out.
Corpses of Gypsies and of Jews.
Victims of the evil Nazi-Krauts.
A foul smell lingered in the air,
in the soldiers' mouths was a bad taste.
"Work Will Set You Free," declared
the words above the death-camp's gate.

for PATTAYA TRADER 188 (F)

THE-FEMALE-FAUSTUS'S- FALSE-FIGHT-FOR-FAME To Memphistopheles your soul you sold out of lust for fame, for stardom's gold. Caught up with you the lies and cheating; gave you, wicked girl, one hell of a defeating.