The Girls of Thailand

The Girls of Thailand

“Oh never talk again to me
Of northern climes and British ladies;
It has not been your lot to see,
Like me, the lovely girl of Cadiz...”

                        Lord Byron

Oh never talk again to me
Of women in our British island;
It has not been your lot to see,
Like me, the lovely girls of Thailand
Although their eyes are not of blue,
Their slant-eyed mystery surpasses
The cold and calculating hue
Cast on us men by English lasses.

A Thai girl’s hair, though never fair
Or fiery like our Celtic neighbours’,
Is the most beautiful anywhere,
Whatever other women’s labours.
It’s soft as silk and gleams like glass,
With cat-like softness all-pervading,
From head to shoulders, back or ass,
Like a black waterfall cascading.

Her skin is of a golden brown
So different from our English women
Whose pasty whiteness lets them down
(As does neglectfulness of slimmin’).
But best of all, a Thai girl knows
How to be feminine and artsy,
While English girls’ behaviour shows
They’re members of the feminazi.

Our English maids are long to woo,
And frigid even in possession;
And they are high-maintenance too,
And given to moodiness and depression:
But, born beneath a brighter sun,
Far from the freezing rains of my land,
Made for passion, love and fun,
That’s how you’ll find the girls of Thailand.

© Bangkok Byron, 2007. All rights reserved by the author.