About Legs ― Day 23 of NaPoWriMo 2015
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She's got legs! They're pretty ones too Pretty legs, why I married her
Back in the short mini skirt day
Pretty legs were girl's best asset
Long, visible, others could peek
Just don't they dare to be staring
About my legs we didn't talk
Only female legs people see
It turned out good, we were in love
In love still now at eighty-nine*
Thing is, her cooking was keeper
Those legs walk. A family part
*We are NOT age 89, the poet's wife and hubby are
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Photo and Poem copyright © 2014 and 2015 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
I am linked with Outlawyer at the Real Toads, Last Legs
and NaPoWriMo 2015, both for Day 23 of National Poem Writing Month
Per Outlawyer "We are on the last leg of National Poetry Month. (The 23rd day!)" So write about legs. I tried, and have a picture too. The (Link about the young lady who has the longest legs in North America.)
I like legs. Longer the legs the better. Generally they are the part that shows. This young lady, pictured, has the longest legs in North America. You click on the picture once and then once again so you can read the newsprint. Your computer's "Back Button" will get you back here.
People don't appreciate the other purpose of legs until something bad happens. Like a hip replacement or an artificial knee joint implant. Mrs. Jim has the first, I have the latter. We both walk pretty well, 30 minutes a day per doctors' orders.
One of my favorite songs is "She's Got Legs" by our own Houston group, ZZ Top. I used to listen to them singing under the trees in the Houston parks back in the Hippie days. Bands and singing groups were from tree to tree.
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ZZ Top song, first verse:
.."Legs"
She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
She's holdin' leg wonderin' how to feel them.
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She's my baby, she's my baby,
yeah, it's alright ..."
She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
She's holdin' leg wonderin' how to feel them.
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She's my baby, she's my baby,
yeah, it's alright ..."
Labels: NaPoWriMo 2015, Poem, Real Toads, Syllabic Form, Tall
10 Comments:
I've had that song stuck in my head ever since I read the prompt!
This is so sweet...! :D
Loved it!
Have a great week ahead :D
Ha. Cooking may last longing than calves! Thanks, Jim. K.
nice one Jim
much love...
Ah, once I had very good legs, and was one of the first women in Melbourne to start wearing a mini. Age,overweight and breaking my ankle twice over have rather finished that (so I have had to cultivate other qualities, lol).
a sweet poem & hmm...leggy lasses always look good :)
Wow, she does have legs~ You remind me I have to keep to my morning walks, now that my furbaby has gone and left me-aka my son's hound! Take care
Well, I'm glad your wife had leg up on all the other gals for you affections. :o)
Love the ZZ Top lyrics too. That's the first thing that came to my mind when I read the prompt.
Legs are made for walkin' and that's just what they'll do... ;)
Now, I am singing that song. lol I used to have long legs..not sure where they went. lol
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