In the land of smiles
Poets are free
To while away their time
In sweet poetry.
But a poet may find
His mind turn from rhyme
To bar girls who,
(strictly between us 2),
Have no time for rhyme …
In the land of smiles
Poets are free
To while away their time
In sweet poetry.
But a poet may find
His mind turn from rhyme
To bar girls who,
(strictly between us 2),
Have no time for rhyme …
Our man in a place called Bangkok
Owns an old grandfather clock.
Each day at dawn
He takes Pimms on the lawn
To the chimes of that grandfather clock!
Our man in a place called Bangkok
Owns an old grandfather clock.
His mistress Dawn
Thinks the chimes forlorn
So she doesn’t like that clock!
Saints with feet of clay
Play
With fallen angels
Who have bills to pay.
Such men are Lucifer, some will say,
While others plead
Man has his needs
And there are hungry mouths to feed.
The poor Thai
Asks not why,
But takes the cash,
Or simply dies.