To me Lloyd can’t attend:
He does badly offend,
Customers’ patience bend;
After them could dogs send,
So that cries might air rend,
One sure to go crazy,
When Lloyd’s answer is lazy…
I’d pay Lloyd good money
But found it not funny,
As Lloyd made it out wealth
Grabbed from off-and-on stealth.
Now, I’m free to wilt
And courage lose long built…
I draw not Lloyd’s notice,
For he serves not Curtis.
The Man they were faithfully under
Was wasted by Judgmental Thunder:
From photographs ‘A City after Plunder’
Or rather A Bombed Statue not a blunder
A watching, finishing Morning Thunder
Scarier than Lions that tear asunder
Just remembered a hotelier admittedly wicked,
All his female staff to often go naked:
As early as Six in the morning,
Bum shorts that set The Heart a-mourning
Or sometimes a bizarre miniskirt
Upholding nothing but Spiritual Dirt …
If he lived would continued to along lumber
And much shortened years on Earth number
Or around walking with a sure paralysis
That would keep laughing at Analysis …
I tell you-Yep-The fullest stroke
For which one wouldn’t recognize a bloke.
Old weary & weaving roads to Colva it made me take,
To Mickey’s I was heading after a long break.
The monsoon rains & the heady winds,
Shut down the joint , but the ambiance it reminds.
Opened this joint to yester’s morn,
For the native, traveler or tourist afore he moved on.
Warm is the vibe & cool is the breeze,
The gamut so delicious , are cooked a wee bit of grease.
The thatched rays ,they creep into the woven roof,
The tables are spread out for space aloof.
The people are warm and the ale is cold,
And the clustered guest they are young & old.
As dusk sets in , more soothing the breeze,
The hotelier, he must stuff more beers into his deep freeze.
As twilight sets and the lights come on,
With the heat & dust , its all gone.
The gentle breeze now fills his hall,
As night descends, it’s fun for all.
The lights are dim but the vista is great,
The menu’s lines they wish to be on your plate.
The moon is up and the stary sky deplete,
In walks my girl for me to meet.
The feast was great & precious time spent,
Mickey’s to remember it’s meant.
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