Poetry with pics
a red beetle
an item
in the long list
of things
i wanted but never got
got one of these
for a birthday surprise
smiled for weeks and weeks
podiatrist's dream
client with a sense of humour
time on their hands as well
irresistible little angel
keeps the ladies clucky
and the world turning
baby it's cold outside
inside as well
when you can't afford heating
it's your birthday today
so many things unresolved
that flowers could not compensate for
nevertheless
i will always remember you
old money
new money
soon there will
no money
just cards
If it is your birthday, I very much hope it is happy with many more to come. Coins might be replaceable but there is only one of you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Penelope. My birthday is in October.
ReplyDeleteEach of these is a gem.
ReplyDeleteIt was a black E-type Jag I always wanted and never got. My first car was a little yellow(ish) Beetle.
That is indeed a particularly adorable baby's face.
For all of us, I think, there is someone who didn't work out, whom we'll never forget.
Nice to see the old coins, I still have each of those stashed away, too.
Nice ones, I like the take on the image of the couple (if they are a couple) on the train best.
ReplyDeleteMy first car, with my late husband, was a red VW, but not a beetle, a Karmann Ghia. Wish I still had it, it was fun to drive, once I learned to use the stick shift.
I love each and every one of these. The first one is extra relatable--I wanted an ivory beetle with red upholstery.
ReplyDeleteThe "irresistible angel" warmed my heart. There is something so soothing about babies...
OH the Red Bug!!! Of course we had one. I drove it during the year hubby was in Vietnam 67-68 with four little ones on board. We kept that VW for years after. And the phonograph, what wonderful memories. Great bits of poetry, Rall.
ReplyDeleteI liked every one, I've lived some of those myself. My Beetle was an ivory colored1962 with a cloth folding top. My birthday is October 30, day before Halloween. I don't use coins anymore, just coins or rid myself of them in the collection plate when I do get any. I didn't ride a train until I was drafted into the Army and had to be transported to Fort Chaffee. I too was in a poor farm family growing up, rode a horse to high school three miles away for Freshman and Sophomore years.
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I remember the phonographs and typewriters that were sold as "toys" but really worked, sort of. You had something to smile about for weeks! What fun!
ReplyDeleteEach one is really a an art piece...loved them
ReplyDeleteThese are all excellent. The record player really brought me back.
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