‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Patpong
The warm air was punctured with laughter and song.
The dancers were crowded on various stages
Ogled by tourists all spending their wages.
I in my cargo shorts, flip-flops and shirt,
Hurried to gogo land, hoping to flirt,
When out of the night there arose such a sound
I followed it, wondering what would be found.
I sought out the drums and the pulsating bass,
And at Black Pagoda said “This is the place.”
Pagoda was fun but I didn’t stay long,
For I felt the pull of one more siren’s song.
It came from King’s Castle, and so I made haste
To Patpong Soi 1, with no time to waste.
Inside was a beautiful sight to behold:
Sixty hot dancers, all 20 years old,
I knew a few honeys on a first-name basis,
And so I called out to each one of their faces:
Hey Natchaya, Nuchaya, Baifern and Boon,
Hey Praew, hey Fon, hey Fai, hey Moon,
Hey Kanokwan, Benyapa, Mint and Tangmoo,
I want to barfine you and all your friends, too.
But now I must be on my own merry way.
I’ve several more gogos to visit today.
In Triple X Lounge I sure smacked a few asses.
The dancers said “Mai!” They’re shy little lasses,
But also they giggled and some of them blushed.
I carried on flirting while haggard and flushed.
Then on to Pink Panther for vodka and soda.
But I hadn’t yet hit my gogo bar quota.
And after more lady drinks and a few kisses
I tried to get Line IDs, with hits and misses.
And then I did double-back to Bada Bing,
Followed by cocktails in number 2 King’s,
And finished the night in Delaney’s fair setting,
Where all the best booze is on hand for the getting.
A bottle of wine and a Cuban cigar
Were two of the best Christmas presents by far.
And as I went stumbling, back to my home,
I yelled “Merry Christmas!” to all of Silom.
