This is my ride home,
It stumbles and wobbles on three feet.
Yet the rider decided to take the narrow road.
Yesterday, it rolled while ferrying my granny.
And her skirts rolled up to her waist.
This is my ride home,
I heat they imported it from abroad
But the rider next to me won’t let my breasts rest.
His elbows pound them left and right.
I think he does it on purpose
This is my ride home.
My head throbs at the memory.
I have two potato sized bumps on my temple.
My rider said it’s the spice in the safari.
A bump on the road, and a bump on my temple.
Tuku Tuku… The ride goes
And I can’t wait to get home.
Mariana Dynasty 
31 responses to “My Tuk Tuk Ride”
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thanks for the emotcoms
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Thanks too
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anytime the vibe feels just right.
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Very nice 😊
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Thanks love.
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Wow.👌🏼
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Love this poem and can’t wait to see more work that you put out!
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Thank you dear. Happy you love it
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
delibrately—for sure! Guys DO TAKE ADCANTAGE!
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😂😂😂You are a guy, Jonathan?
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Yes ma’am. In Thailand, according to an ex-girlfriend of mine—-they were DUKE-DUKES—for how they sound—like TUK-TUK-?
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I think Africans have their own pronunciation of the same then 😂
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Would not surprise me one bit-!
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“JONATHAN—ARE YOU A GUY-?”
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Jonathan, are you a guy-?
I wondered did she ask why,,,,
advantages taken
In close quarters making,
Was there fear in her eye?
–
Honestly, some times I have
Taken advantage of a lady as a knave…..
Prayerfully
That’s no longer me,
A brand new heart I have!
–
But many won’t believe
Until a woman perceives
It really is true—
His heart IS RENEWED=!!!!!!!
That personal knowledge—her angst relieves.
–
Jonathan Caswell
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And the guy writes perfect lines 😂
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Legible lines—legible (you do not want to see my handwriting) 😀 But—THANK YOU. no false humility here! 😀
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😂😂😂😂Ah
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😀
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Good day Mariana
If i were a woman
I would have walked
from the tuck tuck
got out
I let me
also as a man
not from everyone
touch on purpose
Best regards
Hans Gamma
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There usually is no choice 😂
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Good day too Mr. Hanns
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And I mispelt your name
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Dear Mariana
I know I am a man, the woman is exploited against a man’s assault, the woman has no chance.
Instead of upholding the dignity of women as a person.
Never mind that you didn’t spell my name correctly.
I wish you a wonderful day.
Hans
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Beautiful day Hans. Everyone has their share of grief don’t you think?
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Dear Mariana
I cannot know another person’s essence, his soul.
What he is grieving for, if it really matters to him, he would have to reveal it to me.
Best regards
Hans
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That’s true. I agree.
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Correction:
I know I am a man, the woman is exploited, against the encroachments of a man, the woman has no chance.
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Lovely!
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Thank you Kally
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News and commented:
This is my ride home.
My head throbs at the memory.
I have two potato sized bumps on my temple.
My rider said it’s the spice in the safari.
A bump on the road, and a bump on my temple.
Tuku Tuku… The ride goes
And I can’t wait to get home.
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Thanks
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