Saint Peter, here she comes -- a poem for Friday

Eulogy for one I just met 

For a sweet young lady
I only met today
Even before we met
 I knew, as good as gold 
 
 The car she drove told all
Wild at times, purrs sweetly
Thrifty, saved her pennies
Older Mustangs don't lie  

Colored a sooty dark
Matched her hair, soft, black, tamed
No spoilers or mag wheels
Fairly mild mannered two

When she spoke, so polite

Thank you ma'am, yes sir please
Loud, authority sure
Mellow exhausts, throaty
 
Parked curbside here she lies
Prepared for her new life
Heaven bent, now she'll speed
Saint Peter traffic cop

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Photo and poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, all rights Reserved

Written for YOU and for the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden -- 
  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/02/eulogy-for-stranger.html

Photo is a screen print of a 2006 Ford Mustang currently for sale at Car Max,
  https://www.carmax.com/car/15432517?intcmp=COPS_RC_Carpage_15432517

Did I really meet this person? 

Words -- a weekend Poem

Hurdy gurdy words 

.

When they're saying words won't hurt 

Don't believe a word of it 

And if they say words are toys 

You can say they're full of it 

.

Words that hurt are sharp pointed, 

said snidely, and with malice 

Words that play run up and down 

In and out wittingly paged 

.

Abhor using hurtful words 

Play with pretty words instead

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Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Photo, Amazon dot com, Merriam Webster Official Scrabble Dictionary - 13>99  (link)

I'm linked with Magaly at 

 http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/01/weekend-mini-challenge-art-with-me.html 

FYI:
Wikipedia:  It is reported to have appeared in The Christian Recorder of 

March 1862, a publication of the African Methodist Episcopal

Church, where it is presented as an "old adage" in this form:

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never break me.