Hot Rod Poetry

[MercuryMac]

Well said, Smallfoot.

[bob w]

Mac, there's nothing like the thrill of hauling home another project. Putting it into verse preserves and shares that event.
Crate, expressing the fun and relaxation of having a few hours alone to work on your stuff is more than worth a few words in rhyme.

[MercuryMac]

A long time ago, I was sitting in my car outside of a country dance hall, dreaming of, and a wee bit scared of girls. That night I met up with a future girl friend, Joy. I wrote this poem about the meeting.

Ode to Joy.
In a parking lot
In seventy two
In a Super Bee
In a mood of blue
Was low on cash
And low on cheer
Sittin’ alone
Nursing a beer.
In a moment or two
In a corner far
In obvious haste
In a line for my car
Strode a girl in white
With long blond hair
A dream of dreams
Right out there.
In her awesome flight
In the night air
In front of her beau
In marked despair.
Approached my car
Got in, in the end
Explained that she was
a friend of a friend.
I put on the act
Like Fonzarelli
It worked like a charm
She came over to me.
She left her date
So eager to please
And started on me
Her ploy as a tease.
I never caught on
‘til it was too late
On her string
Was to be my fate.

Later on Joy drifted away from me and then drifted away from the area. At the turn of the century, I was surprised to see her obituary in the local paper, with this poem attached.

[smallfoot]

Wow! You might have left a bigger impression on her than you realized...

[MercuryMac]

Ya Small, even though I was a way too tame for her, I must have had some redeeming qualities.
About fifteen years ago I met her daughter, a tall girl with dirty blonde hair. She seemed to know more about me than any other stranger would. She hugged me, called me uncle and asked me when I dated her mother. I said, "a long time ago", but that wasn't good enough. She then asked, "exactly when". I wracked my brain and came up with a couple of years. I watched her face as she did some math and then let the disappointment show. She really wanted me to be her Dad, but alas I had poor timing. ------- I could have been reading it all wrong, too.

[23crate]

im going to share with you
a fishin story that is quite true
in kayaks on the ocean blue
mrs crate and i just us two

we paddled out, a bouncy sea
2 kayaks the length of ten feet
the waves and troughs were feet three
to catch some fish for us to eat

with sharp hooks we sat waiting
but those dam fish kept on taking
wait theres a whopper snacking
ohh finally a fish was bait taking.

i decided i could use a knife
to find one then was worth my life
as mrs crate watched on, strife !
we could be hungry this night

the way it played it was at least 25
it fought dam hard to stay alive
well there you go,the story thrives
the whopper shrinks while reeling in

it had gone from 25 pounds to 25 cm
dam and blast she heard again
its too small to keep ah disdain
unhook the fish bait up again

more bites as the sun goes down
more and more fish abound
a monster bite the hook gone
getting to dark to hang around

we paddled back with fish bait left
to a cheese and onion toasty
is all i get and a wee drambuie
and a glass of wine for the lady.

good times are hard to beat
with the ocean near to our feet
there are big fish out there
swimming round waiting, just see

sheesh crate its not a car tale
your right but this story could regale
an epic battle dragged to sea
a massive fish thats 3 foot 3!

when i do you wait and see
itll be worth posting a pic to see
of the fish i caught while out at sea
sitting on my boat reeling a feed.

[23crate]

Originally Posted by MercuryMac

Ya Small, even though I was a way too tame for her, I must have had some redeeming qualities.
About fifteen years ago I met her daughter, a tall girl with dirty blonde hair. She seemed to know more about me than any other stranger would. She hugged me, called me uncle and asked me when I dated her mother. I said, "a long time ago", but that wasn't good enough. She then asked, "exactly when". I wracked my brain and came up with a couple of years. I watched her face as she did some math and then let the disappointment show. She really wanted me to be her Dad, but alas I had poor timing. ------- I could have been reading it all wrong, too.

Mac thats a very cool thing either way youve must have meant alot to that girl way back then ! for her to have kept that poem and her daughter catching up with you like that ..

[Couper]

Oh Man...The Covid Train has come to my home

Old man Covid He has taken me out of the garage and away from my beloved truck.

If I was a nasty man.....I'd call him a &%!!

I lay in bed tired and achey like the worst of the flu..... I swear my lips look like they are turning blue

Again my faithful Pit at my side in bed.... all I had to give her today was a piece of bread.

She leaves my side only to go pee....somehow I feel like she is trying to keep the angels away from me.

My Steer Clear came today looking shiney, unlike the first one that looked like someone's hiney.

I believe the COVID I now also have came in that badly taped carton. The packing slip said "proudly packed by Martin"

I won't let old man COVID keep me down, for I know he's nothing but a clown,if he goes near my wife, me and my pup will surely take him down.

She is sick herself upstairs alone, but has kept me fed and up on a throne.

When I woke in the middle of the night from sleeping, I heard my 40 in the garage weeping.

Fear not young lady I said.... I will soon be out of this bed.

[Couper]

Originally Posted by MercuryMac

A long time ago, I was sitting in my car outside of a country dance hall, dreaming of, and a wee bit scared of girls. That night I met up with a future girl friend, Joy. I wrote this poem about the meeting.

Ode to Joy.
In a parking lot
In seventy two
In a Super Bee
In a mood of blue
Was low on cash
And low on cheer
Sittin’ alone
Nursing a beer.
In a moment or two
In a corner far
In obvious haste
In a line for my car
Strode a girl in white
With long blond hair
A dream of dreams
Right out there.
In her awesome flight
In the night air
In front of her beau
In marked despair.
Approached my car
Got in, in the end
Explained that she was
a friend of a friend.
I put on the act
Like Fonzarelli
It worked like a charm
She came over to me.
She left her date
So eager to please
And started on me
Her ploy as a tease.
I never caught on
‘til it was too late
On her string
Was to be my fate.

Later on Joy drifted away from me and then drifted away from the area. At the turn of the century, I was surprised to see her obituary in the local paper, with this poem attached.

WoW....now that's a story! Nice!

[MercuryMac]

Thank You for the poems, Gentlemen.
And thank you for reading into my poem the same thing I did. It'll be a memory I keep.