Party Girl -- a Challenge poem for the Flash 55 PLUS!

 .. . [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlTKhPkZSJo]

Party girl, what 'cha gonna do tonight
Will you come to my house and do your dance
Mama says you go to extremes a trance 

Pretty girl please will you come to my house
Mama won't bite she hasn't ever seen
What you do when you hear music extreme

Forgive me mother
set another plate 

 

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. - Photos and Poems Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

. - Today I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden, to her post, Flash 55 PLUS!   Kerry invited us to "join by writing a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS. ... the optional extra part of this challenge, I invite you to include the word EXTREME/ EXTREMES in your title or the body of your work."

Numbers Count -- a poem, my number for you

 

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Favorite Number 

Numbers are my friends 

True friends just a few 

I wouldn't name names 

But for those special 

Some special to me 

I'll tell one to you 

Eighty-eight comes first 

A lady I know 

Our race car's lucky 

Number 88 

Had three Oldsmobiles 

Model Eighty-eights 

Mom was eighty-eight 

when dear mother died 

Morse code 88 

Tells "Love and Kisses" 
 

Now I've told you mine 

You can tell me yours 

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. - Photos and Poems Copyright © 2010 2016, respectively, Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

. - Today I'm linked with  Kerry O'Connor  at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and her post for Let's Count on our Fingers & Toes

To see some more of Jim's toys please click here

Actually we wanted 77 for our race car but that was taken

 

Links:

 - Meanings of 88, Wikipedia, all good!

 - Picture of car similar to our 1934 Ford three window

coupe race car (ours had the fenders cut down)

Take the Train -- a refreshing poem for The Tuesday Platform

 

Catch a train

 

Catch a train, that's unusual

people of the South love their cars

People of the South don't pay tolls

Let alone taxes for railways

 

Catch a train, go see the doctor

doctor knows what ails his people

Perhaps he knows what's wrong with you 

Check your adenoids, he'll check your pulse

 

Catch a train, take milk to market

cows were bursting, need two buckets

One caveat, milk trains are slow

Make every stop, even your home town

 

Catch a train, it'll carry you

take you away to lands afar

Disneyworld or New York city

To the mountains, you'll be refreshed

 

 

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. - Photos and Poems Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

. - Today I'm linked with  Kerry O'Connor  at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and her post for The Tuesday Platform

. - Notes:  I live in a suburb of Houston, Texas.  We have no trains near our house to catch but in downtown Houston, 35 miles away we can catch the in-city commuter train or the Amtrak which will carry one away from our flat land.

. - The bottom picture, a flat land sky view, was taken from the Houston Medical Center where I was visiting my cardiovascular physician.  His office is on the 27th floor and I was looking out his window towards the southwest.  Sorry for you that I missed the beautiful Houston city skyline.  The top picture was from my car in front of the parking garage for the doctor's building.  This is our commuter train, it has right of way.