The Fag Hag of Capri

“In human relationships,

kindness and lies are worth

a thousand truths.”

—Graham Greene

One never knows my dear —

When a helpful Fag Hag

Can turn out to be a Godsend

Angel to the Rescue!!!

A carefree caprice there—

On the Isle of Capri needs

The help of the fair sex when

It comes to rendezvous time

There was an old fag of Capri—

Who cast a lecherous eye on me

He said “Oh, my dear!”

You shan’t shed a tear

And afterwards we had our tea

It was Norman Thomas, me dear—

That drew me to Anacapri with her

Novel “South Wind” with its

Moody open gay sensuality

There was an old queen of Stamboul—

With a varicose vein in her tool

In attempting to come

Up a sailor boy’s bum

It popped, and she fainted away

Although fag hags can be—

Overbearing and indiscreet

I needed her services some

Getting Italian boys for fun

There in my Villa Rossaio—

With its view of the Bay of Naples

Its bougainvillea arbor and

Private garden world all mine

Away from the tourist crowds—

On the other side of busy Capri

Where I could live in my villa with

Its lovely forbidden pleasures

Douglas’ doctor back then—

Elizabeth Moor the Dottoressa

Entertained Douglas and me

As the Fag Hag Queen of Capri