Algarve Mon Amour
When I first came to Algarve after having spent
years alone in my cabin, a seafaring monk who had
left youthful indiscretion behind him and now
read books of serious nature; decided to become
a more sociable man and soon I had many mostly
English friends, a laughing jolly lot.
But something was wrong they had no money and
I found myself paying for a glass of wine here and
a beer there and all those small loans that never
were repaid. The women, old slags from the seventies
went to bed with anyone for a dinner and a bottle
of wine ending in her bed home for a fuck she pretended
was lovely while I was in the bathroom cleaning my
flogged penis with scouring soda.
Away from these life losers, I fled to my hidden dale
where I found contented peace and a woman`s love.