Colin F. Jones


I did not laugh at his rabbit’s foot
Nor the scar across his chest deep cut
Nor the shark tooth, nor the Eagles beak,
Nor the crucifix around another’s neck.
I carried a Kukri from a Ghurkha friend
Whose religion I could not comprehend;
A symbol of friendship in Malaya made
With a Warrior brilliant in his trade.
Nor did I mind the “enamel” Tamil girls
With their chocolate legs and raven curls.
And never did I an Arab hate
Though I once slept with a friendly Krait.
I guess what I am trying to say
Is that I loved them all because that’s my way!!