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decreaseI wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er Thailand hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
Of freelancers and gogo girls;
Fluttering their eyes, I heard them coo:
“Hey, hansum man, I go with you?”
In R _ _ _ _ _ _ 4 - a haunt of mine -
Where girls demand the highest wage,
They stretch in never-ending line
Along the margin of the stage:
One hundred saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
And in the next bar, kat-o-ey
Outdid the gogo girls with glee:
A poet could not but be gay
In this trans-sexual company:
I gazed - and gazed - and little thought
About the girl that I’d just bought.
And oft, when on my couch I lie
At home, in miserable mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Like porno seen in solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the gogo girls.
© Bangkok Byron, 2007. All rights reserved by the author.
From 'The Monger's Golden Treasury'
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January 28, 2007, 15:03
For more on daffodils in Thailand you can read Thai Thoughts and Anecdotes Part 28 (5/1/2004)--2nd story: Thailand and Bulbs.