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You’re back at Kaspya’s hut flushed with success
You’ve helped eight people. That’s more than enough,
You hope, the old sage Kaspya to impress;
Then he’ll help you – though you have a rough
Idea what he’ll say. In the meantime
You plan to tell him how you’ve spent your time:
“This is the Archbishop. I feel sure
That he will learn enlightenment from you.”
Kaspya smiled and said, “The only pure
And worthwhile quest is yours – it’s true!”
“What of the others – have their spirits gone?”
“I helped them all, I think – all except one:
I sent Willy and Bridget to the Naga.
Willy, because they’ve riches and to spare,
Bridget, because, according to the saga,
She’ll find a shapeshifted male lover there.
I asked a Nang Nguek if she wouldn’t mind
Showing the way – their city’s hard to find.
Miller was easy. He will find ‘that sound’
With Nok Garawake singing with Khon Tun
Khun Paen was easy too. Now he has found
Sex is like apple-picking – simple fun –
To a Makalee Pon tree him I took;
Showed him more fruits than he could ever pluck!
A Karin Puksa did the trick for Stamper.
It was the best thing that he’d ever seen –
A Jumbo jet with which he need not tamper
To make it environmentally clean.
The only thing that Stamper has to do
Is solve the problem of the bombing poo.
The difficulties for T'ai-ch'ung were dire.
We struggled to climb the Celestial Mountain
Only to find the way was blocked by fire,
So we asked Erewan to shoot a fountain
From his many trunks. The fire soon fell –
No fire engine could have done as well!
But when we reached the door it seemed in vain –
Those spinning spikes we never could get through!
But Ramad charged it like an express train
And smashed that fearsome obstacle in two –
But then he saw that beast big as a house,
And crept away as meekly as a mouse.
Mungkorn Sagunee came into his own
And took the lead against that fearsome beast.
With his sharp eagle’s claws he tore it down
Then breathed his dragon’s fire (it’s now deceased).
Then Sun T'ai-ch'ung at last drank the Amrita
No earthly drink he said was ever sweeter.
For Darwin, sadly, no help could I find.
I told him Himmapan had not evolved
But were created in an artist’s mind.
If he’d start there, his problem would be solved –
To wander in this forest he is fated
Until he learns that all things are created.
Da Vinci’s code is writ in Himmapan
Above your door in picture panorama:
The letter which each creature’s name began
Spells out in code a word – that word is DHARMA.
To you, its meaning I need not rehearse:
The higher truth of all the universe.”
“You have done well,” said Kaspya, “and earned
Much merit – good comes to those who bestow it
So now I’ll give the help for which you yearned –
The way to Bangkok – though I think you know it.
It’s simple – take the living jumbo jet,
The Karin Puksa, and your wish you’ll get.
The Karin Puksa is more comfortable
Than any aeroplane you’ve ever flown:
Almost silent – sleeping is no trouble;
The sedan seats are soft as eiderdown.
When you awake you look around, take stock –
You’re on a 747 to Bangkok.
© Bangkok Byron, 2007. All rights reserved by the author.
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