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my Thai honey (not to a summer’s day –
she is more sunny, and that’s been done before).
It, too, has curves in the right places,
and, if one observes,
neck, back and belly (soundhole, but no cunny).
Ah, there’s the rub!
I’m not trying to be funny,
but for that lack
(which makes it sexless, nunny), I’d dedicate
all my time and reserves to my guitar.
Jiab is softer,
cuddlier than a bunny, and much more beautiful to look at –
stunning.
Yet my guitar
this special praise deserves:
It never sulks, or jangles on my nerves,
And I don’t have keep on sending money to my guitar.
© Bangkok Byron, 2007. All rights reserved by the author.
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