Take a Ride ~~ a Friday Night poem

   [2001 Chevrolet Corvette from M S N  Autos]

Take a Ride

Come take a ride with me
It's Friday night to spend
Would you spend it with me

Let's cruise Main Street tonight
My gas, get you a shake
We can cruise till we tire

Say look at us makin'
Where you can hide we plan
Makin' it makin' out

Let's get wild a wee bit 
We'll hustle us a drag
This Chevy burns rubber

Beats the Fords all but one
We'll win.   The dance is hot
Edge of town music flows

Friday night after that
Can last until the morn
Smiling light Sun is ours

Babe won't you please say yes
You'll take a ride with me
Friday nights can get wild
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Poem copyright, © 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Photo is of a 2001 Chevrolet Corvette from M S N  Autos

I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Play it Again, Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/09/play-it-again-toads.html

There Kerry gave us three choice of writing prompts from time past.  I chose
Music with Marian ~ A Walk on the Wild Side (November 2013) where Marian gave us a reminder of the works of Lou Reed and asked that we write a piece showing our thoughts after reading of Lou and his writings.  Some of his were a bit shocking though perhaps one of your favorite 'Oldies' is his work. 

I liked him.  You might recognize one of Lou's after reading mine here.

Sidekicks -- a Love Poem of sorts, not real mushy

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Growing up Sidekicks

Growing up on our farms, a blast for me
The days before local gangs developed
"Them Boys" as we were called cared for the hood
Sweet on this girl, she had a crush on me

Spending more time with her than with the boys
Learned life's lessons together, good 'n bad
First grade we'd pull aside, tease ecstasy
Was my sidekick, she had a crush on me

Always in each other's mind, setting life's stage
Living double lives, this the both of us
Mine the boys, then with her, her life the same
She for me, me for her, sweet crush on me

Sidekicks always develop more, ours did
Ecstasy learned put into practice, we
Teenage crush still, it matured.  Loved that girl
Her time was first, for sure the boys were last

Then one day we had to part, parent things
New school for her, far away, we lost track
The next I heard she had killed herself.  Dead
That part of her story I never knew 
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Poem copyright ©, 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
Photo copyright ©, 2011.  I took it on my favorite London street, a block ahead is Abey Road of the Beatles fame.  At that time out daughter lived in a flat inside the fence to the right. 

I am linked with Rommy at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Sidekicks in the Spotlight, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/09/sidekicks-in-spotlight.html

Note: 
1.  This story has truths, fantasies, and fictions, a little of all three and other.  I don't kiss and tell.  Fact is though that two of the girls I had been sweet on have committed suicide. 
 - One I will tell, I grew up with Janis Joplin music and really liked her and her songs.  She did commit suicide, I still a record and a CD, that's all. 
 - Other girls and young ladies have had their crushes, I don't know why.  And they have different stories.
2.  Mrs. Jim and I have been married 43 years, we are sidekicks.  For real!
3.  Mrs. Jim thinks the couple in the foreground are both young ladies.  I think it is boy, girl.  I know that the couple walking ahead is one of each gender holding hands.
4.  Here is a poem, the second, bottom, written on/for my first grade crush.  The setting was the school storm cellar steps. http://jimmielife1.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-special-girls.html.

a Cheeseburger Limerick (poem)

National Cheeseburger Day

O Goodie, it's National Cheeseburger Day
I had mine for lunch, have you one today
Went to Whataburger
Senior drinks free, get urs
Not all give seniors free, some make us pay
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Photo and Poem Copyright , Jimmiehov 2016, All Rights Reserved

Yesterday ~~ a Poem for Weekend Mini Challenge

Yesterday Was Better

Yesterday was a better day
The table in the kitchen had mixed feelings
Elated by the day before
But this day was literally for the pits

Granny always washed the table
The night before.
It was ready for yesterday
A clean table cloth, red, black and white checkered

Napkins ready for the silver
(Granny's were made of stainless but
that didn't matter for her)
Center piece, ceramic chickens and ducks, her favorite

A crowd gathered yesterday about ten-thirty
Uncle Charlie, Aunt Belle, Cousin Pete, eight more
Watermelon for appetizer, chicken parts
And potato salad. Ice cream, pecan pie

In the afternoon croquette for all
Lizzie and her girls came over
They played too. Beat the others bad on the course
All chipped in, Pete  took home dirty paper, plastic

Talked and sang the night, Elmer had his guitar
Fae dropped in with a cake and more ice cream
Table in the kitchen smiled, Pete laughed last,
He'd left for better stuff, missed his cake, candles sixty-two

Now this morning the table cloth still on
Stained like a painter's palate, smelled of coffee, and more
It seemed to pout having this day's guests,
Lizzie and one girl stayed over, Granny made like she liked

Tomorrow would be better, table knew
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Poem Copyright , Jimmiehov 2016, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Karin at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Following a Thread - Weekend Mini Challenge: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/09/following-thread-weekend-mini-challenge.html

Mine isn't real 'mini' but it's written, first and maybe only go around. My thread is this picture below, one Girl, Lizzie, and Granny.  

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I also found a few park benches with better stories for another day. One I had written before is here:  http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2015/10/i-sat-on-bench-artistoc-interpretation.html