Rom Posted May 8, 2020 Share Posted May 8, 2020 (edited) This thread for BMs to express themselves in a more fun, intense way than when they routinely post on our Board. About anything you want. Doesn't have to rhyme. I'll start with something that is on all our minds: That's great, it starts with a headache coughs and sneezes, and no more dames And Jimbo Scott is not around Eye of a Hurry Dude! listen to yourself churn Virus serves its own needs, Don't care the farang needs Pay it up a notch, speed it up, grunt, no strength The barfine starts to clatter With a fear of: white, down, white Wire in a fire, represent the high stake games For a sissy boy for hire and a combat site Left me on an ST, wasn't cuming in the distance With the masks blocking down your throat Team by team, bar owners baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped Look the empty volleyball pool, fine, then Uh oh, underflow, depopulation, no baht bus But it'll do, save yourself, serve yourself Issan peasant serves its own needs, listen to your pocket bleed Tell me with the Rapture in the repatriation flight, right You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, BM white Feeling pretty sided It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it (time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel pain. Edited May 8, 2020 by Rom The idea for this thread came from something similar BM bbg posted at the Katty Club 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blind boy grunt Posted May 8, 2020 Share Posted May 8, 2020 you asked for it! Romehian Rhapsody... Or Rom's worst nightmare.... i hope this isn't prophetic by the way....... Am I in TJs? Am I in Fantasy? Up on The Roof, no Tranny can I see, I’m not in La Bamba, it’s not the place for me, can’t get no honey, I got no money, because it’s easy come, easy go, now I’m a little low. Silicone or hormone, doesn’t really matter, to me. BM’s, I’ve just had a dream, put my phone against my head. It was lily and she said, “Rom, my cock has gone. Now I’ve just thrown it away. Rom ooh--oooh You might wonder what, made me go post-op Cocks gone! Cocks gone! Are all your dreams in tatters? Too late Rom, my dick has gone chills you to the soul, now I’ve got another hole. Goodbye nasty man thing, it had to go, I had to get the chop and face the truth. Rom.. Oooh…Oooh I didn’t want a dong Sometimes wish I’d never had one at all.” I see a little Taxidermist Lily, Lily, send your cock to me Pre-op to Post-op, to her it is enlightening Taxidermy! Taxidermy! Taxidermy! Silicone! Now she can’t top-o “I’m just a poor girl, I can still be bottom”, [she’s just a poor girl, she can still be bottom] and can do a blow job, satisfactorily. “Blow job blow job! You can have a blow job! Blow job! But you can’t give a Blow job to me” It’s a farce, but she can have it in her arse It’s a farce but she can have it in her arse [ Back or front] get it stuffed! [Back or front] get it stuffed! Never, never, never, cannot gobble lily’s dick no more… Ah! No no no no no no no no Oh Lily dear, Lily dear, get it stuffed and send your cock to me, I will keep it on my shelf, for me, for me, for me! So now you’re a woman I think I might die Oh Lily, why’d you do this to me Lily? I don’t like post-op, but think I’ll have to try. Ooh yeah Ooh yeah. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dixon cox Posted May 8, 2020 Share Posted May 8, 2020 I wrote this about Poppy 7 years ago. The sensation at Sensations Bar, back in the day. I'll let her stroke my puppy if she says that I'm her pappy I must be very fast because she's cute and barfines snappy and if she lets me buy her drink I'll be a happy chappie and if she says she'll go with me she'll make her pappy happy I sit and drink Sensations Bar but there's no sign of Poppy I came for her and no-one else I can't accept a copy I've sat too long my boner's gone it's flacid and it's floppy I'm old and fat I'm going home the girls say that I'm sloppy it's raining now I'm walking back I'm damp and feeling drippy the road is wet I nearly fell it's dangerous and slippy then on a bike I see her pass so confident and nippy she smiled at me it made my day rain glinted off her lippy I turned around I'm going back to get my taste of honey the girls see me all soaking wet and laugh and think it's funny but Poppy comes and sits with me and helps me spend my money so never mind it's raining because Poppy makes it sunny 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
seven Posted May 8, 2020 Share Posted May 8, 2020 Oh dear...... Just read PDoggs post with the lyrics of Dylans latest song. He's got nothing on you guys. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Woodie Posted May 9, 2020 Share Posted May 9, 2020 There was a BM called Fuckem Who returned to the place to fuck them Try as he might, he had trouble alright Cause he could couldn't find any he could fuck for the night. He tried his usual haunts, but what he saw were just locked doors No open doors when looking for whores He thought, what can I do, I am in a stew Kept looking but found only closed doors Aha he thought. TF to the rescue That would sort out the chaf from the straw What else could he do?. So out came the phone and off went the messages to those he had met before After a minute or two came back the replies To appear before his very eyes Now to say they were desperate was no exageration They kept messaging him to his own consternation How can he respond to those pleas for money When all they say is money, please send some money. He thinks for awhile and works out his prospects Is it big tits or big dicks Thinks some more and makes some picks Maybe more than one, could be twice as much fun Will it be Teya and Sunny Or Jenny and Ammy No on second thoughts maybe Polla and Sandy Contemplates a sore bum in the morning But would rather be more comfortable on the morrows dawning As he wanders around with his eyes on the ground A voice sounds Hey Mister, handsome man, I can be yours for the night for just 1000 He looks up and sees a vision So back to his room to get rid of his frustration And thanks the lord for his early indecision His vision, a tall willowy thing Has him in stitches as she drops her britches Out springs this donga Thick as a brick and man was is it longer Than any he had seen before Off came the top and out flopped her tits Much more than a mouthful but who gives a shit She fell on the bed with her cock pointing skywards He jumped on top and said fuck me backwards After a few minutes pumping he was jumping Up, to continue the action Rolled her over and licked her ass Then gave her his cock after she said is that what you call a pass Within a short time he came to shooting his load Rolled her back over and said This is for you before you hit the road With duties done and him having such fun He pulled out his wallet to give her the money and she said Dont bother, I will call you my hun I will stay with you forever and a day Or until this virus thing has been put away 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimmy Cargopants Posted May 9, 2020 Share Posted May 9, 2020 O cat...! O Rabbit...! Cat...! Rabbit...! Cat...! I have a carrot to stick up you Rabbit...! You do that and I turn you into a postie Cat...! Tsk! Tsk! The end. You're welcome 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rom Posted May 10, 2020 Author Share Posted May 10, 2020 (edited) Thanks gentlemen, Loved bbg's Rohemian Rhapsody and was much impressed with DC's and Woodie's actual poetry (as opposed to song spoofing) namely as regards Poppy who was my diva obsession 8 years ago, same-same and as short-lived as Lily was last year. I remember posting peeps of Poppy at PY and nearly being crucified for it by the Sensations homies and being implored to remove them by a BM so I did. I might repost them one of these days here at the Romscars Club. Does anyone know whatever happened to Poppy? Is she OK? Now: since the thread rule is to do poetry or be hoovered, here is one dedicated to the BM right above, who seems to like them short and to-the-point: Are you ready, BMs? I said, are you ready? Who lives in a pineapple down under the E ? (E = Equator) JimmyKnob CargoPants Know-all and Aussie and farang is he JimmyKnob CargoPants If drivel nonsense be something you wish JimmyKnob CargoPants Then drop on the Board and post like a modish JimmyKnob CargoPants JimmyKnob CargoPants JimmyKnob CargoPants JimmyKnob CargoPants JimmyKnob CargoPants Edited May 10, 2020 by Rom I'm not a native English speaker and hope "knob" is taken in jest to rhyme like "Bob." 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blind boy grunt Posted May 10, 2020 Share Posted May 10, 2020 Come now gentlemen, Let’s have no more argue-ing. No more Rom-ing and Cargo-ing. No more Covid and false statistics Thank god for Strocube and realistics. Forget the gloom and smell the blossom, In a year Covid will be forgotten. Stop the guesswork, hit and missing, Into the wind you’re surely pissing. Scared of dying is the impression giving, When you’re really scared of living. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jimmy Cargopants Posted May 10, 2020 Share Posted May 10, 2020 My little missive, modest as it was, came from the heart (tears spilled as I typed) .. Ah well, one can't win over all critics. Such is life, and life goes on! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pulci Gorgon Posted May 10, 2020 Share Posted May 10, 2020 Does it have to be in English ? Holy sh... that'll be too hard for me. OK, I cheated a little bit, I hope it's not too bad though. I dreamt a trip… in Bay of Maya Saw wonders … in Ayutthaya Lost my soul … around Pattaya Crazy old Siam, crazy old Siam Clouds are drifting across the soi Night is full … of pretty katoeys Spring’s a fuck with a ladyboy Dirty old LOS, dirty old LOS Found my soulmate … under the full moon Kissed my gurl … in soi Chaiyapoon Fucked my love , in a short time room Gloomy Thailand, gloomy Thailand Went all the way, up to Lamphum Left my love, next to Chaiyaphum Then departed , from Suvarnabhum Bye bye Thailand, bye bye Thailand If it's worth a little something, you can read it with the music of the Pogues. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Woodie Posted May 11, 2020 Share Posted May 11, 2020 This an ode to my relationship with a LB. Many moons ago I visited a bar It was one I had heard of from afar Run by two, an Em and a Jim After plucking up courage I made it there Upon entering I was set upon by a likely pair One was Kimmy the other Sophia After a drink or two it was Kimmy who said lets not wait here Upon paying the fine we made it out of there Up the hill towards Soi 26 With Kimmy staggering from too many drinks I gave her a hand but thinking this sort of thing stinks Made it to the room, where she flopped on the bed Me thinks we go back to the bar I said Off we waddled back to the bar where I returned the goods to boss lady Em I explained what had happened and she said would I like to swap them As it so happened I said yes I would like to have sweet Sophia I must confess So up the hill again to soi 26 But with me thinking oh for some success Into the room we went and into the shower Back onto the bed and holy cow did she have some power It was a night to remember With me getting a bloody knee trembler In the morning when it came time to part I said to her this is only the start And it proved to be one of those flings Which went on to greater things Over the months I made trips back to Pattaya And what was once a chance meeting Grew to be far from fleeting Been to there and back and at times was a struggle But never could I forget that first cuddle There was a time some months ago When I thought shall I let her go And I did but only to weaken and beg to be forgiven WE are now strong but who knows for how long We are planning our future for when Covid departs And for the moment baring our hearts She in her village and me in my home incomplete Who knows how long til she says come here my sweet I have had a few pairings with LB's But most of them I regarded as toys With Sophia I have lent her my heart Just hope it is only the start We will go on as long as we can Just hoping this covid is not a lifelong ban We chat on the phone when we are feeling alone But it is not the same as lying in bed and feeling her bone What we want is to be together once more For our bodies to once again playfully explore. Come on you scientists come on you politicians Lets beat this thing once and for all Maybe all it takes is a rallying call There is a seat in a jet waiting to fly Please make it happen before I die 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Woodie Posted May 23, 2020 Share Posted May 23, 2020 Air travel. As we wait for our departure The governments discuss and argue When shall we let the serfs depart As we sit here with a broken heart The planes are idle too much we say Lets get them up, up and away While heartfelt pleas are expressed on bended knees Those in power say you have only buckley's So as we count the days while being away We wonder, are their hearts being lead astray On and on the days drag by And nobody knows when we will fly With airlines folding all around As to when we fly the theories abound It will make no difference to whom I send my plea But please for everyones sake just set us free On and on the pundits pontificate You will be flying soon they say but dont give us a date Will it be August or November who can say for certain Please god make it soon before they pull down the curtain My sexual life is not never ending So please let me fly I am over pretending Watching porn is ok for awhile But not the same as seeing my girl smile Nothing compares to a rumble in the sheets Especially when she has her cock in your cheeks I can only dream of the time when she walks into the room And surrounds me with her fragrant perfume In the meantime life goes on and all we hear are some truths and some lies Get those fucking planes flying through those cloudy skies 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blind boy grunt Posted May 23, 2020 Share Posted May 23, 2020 to the tune of 'Joey' Born somewhere in London, when his mum gave him a hug When he opened up his eyes, to the sight of a doodlebug Things were tough in ’18 or the year of who knows when, When they asked him why, it had to be that way. ” well ” he said, ”no Pattaya Mail then”. One day he found a car boot sale* and he had 10 shillings** spare, With it bought himself a camera and computer there. He loved those things for ever but now they’ve both gone rotten, “Not to worry” said he “I’ve certainly still got ’em” Quietguy…Quietguy.. software expert, cameraman-extraordinaire Quietguy… Quiet guy… Whatever really happened to your hair.… There was talk that he hit his head, when he fell down and it hurt, whilst trying to take a photo, way up Sunny’s skirt. He had come to Thailand looking for some sin, When Sunny took one look, and took him under her wing “listen Grunt” she said to me ”keep it quiet please for certain I’ll tell you now that his shutter button just ain’t working, And his zoom, just don’t zoom no more. So what you think? Viagra in his drink may do the job? That’s what I’m here for” Quietguy…Quietguy… software expert, cameraman - extraordinaire Quietguy… Quietguy… Whatever really happened to your hair.… There was talk that one day, he subscribed - to the Pattaya Mail. If Rom does an award for reporter of the year ’well I guess, QG just can’t fail. No abomination should prevent the nomination of our very own news sensation. In his room you see, waiting for a tesco’s delivery. Hazmat suit tightly bound and Molotov cocktails all around, When flights resume he will be found sitting on his favourite chair In the Katty bar, but still no hair, with a more useful camera though One that actually can take a photo. Quietguy…Quietguy… software expert, cameraman - extraordinaire Quietguy… Quiet guy, Whatever really happened to your hair.… The Kittens were trembling when they heard QG explain.. ‘i will count to three via one and two, then I’ll take a snap of you” Said Teya “Jeez, don’t do it please” As I heard Sunny mutter “thank god his fingers on the lens and not the shutter” “One, two, three give a big smile…oops the buttons stuck, this may take a while" Said Quiet guy with some alacrity "I’ve had this since ’63- bought with Green Shield stamps you see. But don’t worry Sunny, soon I’ll grab ya If you have some more Kamagra.” Quietguy…Quietguy… software expert, cameraman - extraordinaire Quietguy… Quiet guy, Whatever really happened to your hair.… Thanks to Jacques Levy and Bob Dylan for “Joey’ although I’m sure they would have called it “Quietguy” if they had known him. *swap-meet ** about 40 baht i think. 3 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quietguy Posted May 23, 2020 Share Posted May 23, 2020 Is 'Joey' a rap song?! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quietguy Posted May 24, 2020 Share Posted May 24, 2020 The Rime of the Ancient Jomtiener (With apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge) It is an ancient Jomtiener, And he stoppeth one in three, 'By thy long grey hair and drooping fag, Now wherefore stop'st thou me?' Katty Bar's doors are opened wide, I want to enter in, The girls are fine, and so's the wine, May'st hear the merry din. He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a bike' , quote he, 'Hold off! Unhand me, grey-hair loon!' Eft soons his hand dropt he. I fear thee ancient Jomtiener, I fear the fag you hold, I fear its' poison laden smoke, He took a drag, his eyes did roll. He holds him with his glittering eye - The visitor stood still. And listens like a three years' child, The Jomtiener hath his will. The visitor stood on the soi. He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Jomtieneer. 'The bike from far away was brought, I rode it down Beach Road, But my eyes were on a girl in slitted shorts, I forgot my safety mode.' 'The front wheel did lock and slip, O'er the handlebars I flew, I lost my balance and my grip, I even lost my shoe'. 'Where's my shoe, where's my shoe?! Was all that I could utter, But fortunately a passing Canada Man, Found it lying in the gutter.' I fear thee, ancient Jomtiener! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, as is the Jomtien sand. I fear thee and thy smouldering fag. And thy skinny hand, so brown - 'Fear not, fear not, thou quiet man! This body broke not down.' 'My mishap and my missing shoe, Did aught but the words foretell, Of a fair maiden's visit to Katty Bar, Whose name was Annabel.' 2 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blind boy grunt Posted May 25, 2020 Share Posted May 25, 2020 The Ballad of QG, Kimmie, Emmy, and a Car. [Journey through a hard night] Down down, into the footwell of the car he dropped taking kimmie with him too, Down down, of his own volition, on whatever private mission. Over the bump of a pothole they went, He yelped ‘ Emmy, my dicks stuck in the air vent! Said Emmy “QG and Kimmy what are you doing? my car you will surely ruin!” “Ignore him” cried Grunt from the seat in the back “For he is just being silly, I could do without all this messing about, I should have stayed, in TJs... with my true love Lily.” “Throw him out!” said Quinn [I think it was him] But could have been Kevin I really don’t know now Memory nowadays being somewhat uncertain, “Oh don’t you know” [continued Quinn] “we don’t really need this show, ‘tween front and back should be a curtain.” Emmy said ‘Grunt.. I have to do something perverse, for bad or worse, change gear from first to reverse But QG he’s impaled deep upon the stick, please advise me what to do quick " “Well" i replied” “I’ll tell to you the truth , but quickly now don’t hesitate, but first open the sun roof before it gets too late.” So Emmy changed from first to reverse and through the roof Quietguy flew Screaming and snarling, cursing and a-yelling, yee-haw! oh, what a to-do! Followed fast by Kimmie who was still attached, er... willy-nilly Wishing she was back in TJs with BB, PD, bella and Lily. So, talking to Emmy a day or two after Rolling up with tears of laughter Said she with all the English that she could muster “QG once told me that his heritage is Indian" she said without fluster, and Sunny told me of his little big horn, or something along those lines so doesn’t that mean that his ancestor’s hunted buffaloes and then they killed Custer? What tribe is he pray tell me Grunt, Sioux, Comanche or Arapaho?” “well Emmy” I replied “ he’s certainly Sue in some clubs in Soho. Where he confesses that he wears nice dresses, a bra and a girdle But If he’s ever arrested he’ll jump across that hurdle. Though he’ll have difficulty explaining to his friend lola When she sees, the scar on his arse shaped like a gear shift From a Honda, Chevrolet , Ford or Suzuki Swift.” Well, the moral of this poem, the moral of this song Is simple don’t be where you don’t belong So Sunny and teya if you are listening, and he invites you into the front of a car with him Jump into the back seat, and lock the doors if you are able. This story is no fable. Of Kimmie, no more has ever been seen Thanks to counceling her nightmare is perhaps just a dream. Quinn or Kevin and grunt now recovered, we are hoping! But Emmy She is still- only just coping, When she turns on the air-con in her car, strange fluid is ejected somehow … but I guess we’ll finish this now. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pdoggg Posted May 25, 2020 Share Posted May 25, 2020 4 hours ago, blind boy grunt said: The Ballad of QG, Kimmie, Emmy, and a Car. Emmy said ‘Grunt.. I have to do something perverse, for bad or worse, change gear from first to reverse But QG he’s impaled deep upon the stick, please advise me what to do quick " “Well" i replied” “I’ll tell to you the truth , but quickly now don’t hesitate, but first open the sun roof before it gets too late.” So Emmy changed from first to reverse and through the roof Quietguy flew Screaming and snarling, cursing and a-yelling, yee-haw! oh, what a to-do! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quietguy Posted May 25, 2020 Share Posted May 25, 2020 1 hour ago, Pdoggg said: Yes Pdogg, completely poetic licence! (ie Grunt's sordid mind). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blind boy grunt Posted May 25, 2020 Share Posted May 25, 2020 12 minutes ago, Quietguy said: (ie Grunt's sordid mind). that's slander! or libel! one of them anyway...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quietguy Posted May 25, 2020 Share Posted May 25, 2020 On 5/24/2020 at 10:54 AM, Quietguy said: The Rime of the Ancient Jomtiener (With apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge) It is an ancient Jomtiener, And he stoppeth one in three, 'By thy long grey hair and drooping fag, Now wherefore stop'st thou me?' Katty Bar's doors are opened wide, I want to enter in, The girls are fine, and so's the wine, May'st hear the merry din. He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a bike' , quote he, 'Hold off! Unhand me, grey-hair loon!' Eft soons his hand dropt he. I fear thee ancient Jomtiener, I fear the fag you hold, I fear its' poison laden smoke, He took a drag, his eyes did roll. He holds him with his glittering eye - The visitor stood still. And listens like a three years' child, The Jomtiener hath his will. The visitor stood on the soi. He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Jomtieneer. 'The bike from far away was brought, I rode it down Beach Road, But my eyes were on a girl in slitted shorts, I forgot my safety mode.' 'The front wheel did lock and slip, O'er the handlebars I flew, I lost my balance and my grip, I even lost my shoe'. 'Where's my shoe, where's my shoe?! Was all that I could utter, But fortunately a passing Canada Man, Found it lying in the gutter.' I fear thee, ancient Jomtiener! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, as is the Jomtien sand. I fear thee and thy smouldering fag. And thy skinny hand, so brown - 'Fear not, fear not, thou quiet man! This body broke not down.' 'My mishap and my missing shoe, Did aught but the words foretell, Of a fair maiden's visit to Katty Bar, Whose name was Annabel.' Part II 'Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold; Her skin were white as ice, Her fragrance lustily nice, She thickened my manly pole.' 'Annabel paced into the bar, White as snow is she. Wai-ing their heads as she came in, the ladyboys of Katty.' The visitor he beat his breast, Yet cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Jomtieneer. 'Annabel sat outside astride a bike, leaving a damp stain beneath her, Which excited this ancient man, And I sniffed at that reminder.' ''Annabel moved her legs apart, and inserted a bottle of Singha. When she put it down again, To seize it I did not linger'. 'Then Annabel removed a shoe, And threw it through the air. It landed somewhere on the roof, And still remaineth there.' God save thee, ancient Jomtiener, From the fantasies that plague thy mind. I climbed up upon that roof to see if that footwear I could find. And now that ancient Jomtiener, Would that maiden's sandal get. He had the bike seat and the bottle. He now had the full Annabel set. The Jomtiener, whose eye is bright, Whose hair with age is hoar, Is happy: And now the quiet man Can enter Katty Bar's door. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blind boy grunt Posted May 25, 2020 Share Posted May 25, 2020 3 minutes ago, Quietguy said: Annabel moved her legs apart, and inserted a bottle of Singha. When she put it down again, To seize it i did not linger'. good one QG! but i grant you poetic licence..... it was a bottle of Leo...... i know, i still have it...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quietguy Posted May 25, 2020 Share Posted May 25, 2020 I knew that bbg, but there ain't much that rhymes with Leo. Unless I can link it up with Rio. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quinn Posted May 25, 2020 Share Posted May 25, 2020 You all should get out more 5555 I'm not joining in but here's a starter for one. Parody this ! "I met my love here in Jomtien Dreamed a dream down on Soi Buakhow . . . .The rest is up to you . I should get out more ! Note - even McColls lyrics have been changed over the years, https://genius.com/Ewan-maccoll-dirty-old-town-lyrics Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
blind boy grunt Posted May 26, 2020 Share Posted May 26, 2020 2 hours ago, Quinn said: You all should get out more 5555 I'm not joining in but here's a starter for one. Parody this ! do i win a free Soda? I met my love in the Katty Bar Dream of her now from afar then I was love ‘P’, but now not so Jimmy Cargo Jimmy Cargo. She was sat with teya and Moon I said my love “I’ll be back soon Off to simple simons now I go” Jimmy Cargo Jimmy cargo. I took from her a facebook address Thai Friendly i.d too I guess Now it’s long distance love I know Jimmy Cargo Jimmy Cargo I’ll be back to her one day One Corona’s gone away Back to Sunny I will go Jimmy Cargo Jimmy Cargo 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quinn Posted May 26, 2020 Share Posted May 26, 2020 Back to eating your eggy ! Was looking for a alternate version of Dirty Old Town ie: Pattaya instead of Salford. ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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