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This guy, whose name was Jim, the locks admired,
He saw, he wished, and to the prize aspired –
‘Prizes’ I should say: first of all, a f…,
And then a clipping for his little book.
For ever since he’d rodgered his first girl
As a souvenir he’d begged a curl,
And sellotaped it in that little book
Writing below what she was like to f…
The last entry was 1984,
Just before he married – then no more.
But recently he went through a divorce,
And booked a flight to Thaïland – of course!
Resolved to win, he meditates the way,
By force to ravish, or by fraud betray.
He asked a waitress, “Can that girl be mine?”
She said, “No plomplem, you just pay barfine.”
Smooth flowed the drinks as long as Jim would pay,
Jiab smiled, and all the world was gay.
(In Popeian terms the word means: ‘full of joy’
And not that every guy wanted a boy).
But Noi was frowning – she had seen him first,
And in her heart her greedy friend she cursed.

© Rob 2008