an "Us" poem for Thursday

You and me;

 toolin' down

We go toolin' down the street,

you and me

Got this little German Bug,

yours and mine

Keepin' up with the most,

our sixty-three

Carrying lunch in a bag,

and some wine

We stop at a roadside park,
break the bread

And slice the cheese, please pass

the baloney

Pickles, olives, chips, our blanket

is spread

We're all laid out, pour those drops

of honey
 

Take a nap in the sun, we've

eaten well

Turn some music on, do we want

to kiss

Passed about an hour, hop back

in our wheels

Bug, you and me toolin', wave,

you can't miss

_ _ _ _

Photos* and Poem Copyright, © Jimmiehov 2018, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Marian at the "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, You and Me" at  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/03/you-and-me.html?m=1 

*Notes:
 - Marian has been, this month (!) to an Alice Cooper concert in Boston with her family.  Of course the kids loved it, but so do we adults.  He did sing "You and Me" there, she has a YouTube Video on her post that I linked to above.  My poem is sort of true of a few pages of a chapter in my life, but not entirely.
 - *This 1963 Beatle is a PrntScr copied from "West Coast Classic Restoration" shop tale of restoration of this car.  Link, http://www.classicvws.com/gulfblu.htm 
 - In another life (#5), my car was a 1962 VW Beatle (Bug) that looked just like this restored one except mine was original.  I bought it from the original owner, a coworker, in 1968, it had about 60,000 miles showing.  This car and I had wonderful times as I drove it all during my three years of single life that began later in that year.  I was also a college student again then, I had dropped out for several years. (To see cars that I have owned so far-- look at end of the post, click here .)

St. Patrick's Day -- In Retrospect - A poem

   

Scenario, Our House; 
St. Patrick's Day Morning 

Papa, small voice had said
I'm coming over soon
Saturday, quite common
You be dressed, I'll be there 
 
Daughter then, Mimi texted  
Kara's coming over?
She wants to pinch Papa
Oh, for sure he'll wear blue
 
Hurry, change your clothes, now
Granddaughter's coming here
She wants to pinch you 
You can't wear that green shirt

Little girls are supposed
Supposed to pinch Papas
'Cause they're not wearing green
Doff green, switch to blue shirt
 
Ring, ring, ring -- at the door
I'll run and hide from her
She can find me to pinch
Find me that she soon did
   
Stand still Papa (hug, hug)
(Then a pinch, and one more)
Papas are made to pinch 
Pinch them, St. Patrick's Day

Didn't I pinch you good
But you can't pinch me back
Because I'm wearing green
Nah nah nananah (smile)

Beginning, happy day
St. Patrick's day morning

At our house
_ _ _ _ 
 
Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov, 2018 and 2007 (photos), and 2018 (the 'poem'), All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Brendan MacOdrum to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Weekend Challenge: Blarney Me, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/03/weekend-challenge-blarney-me.html .  Irish was the theme he selected.
 - I'm also linked with Magaly Guerrero at the "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform" at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/03/the-tuesday-platform_20.html

Notes:
 - I was very late with this for the Weekend Challenge so I'm putting it also with the Tuesday Platform.  If you've been here before, please say it's Okay.
 - The top photo was taken St. Patrick's Day morning at our house.  Those on the right, of me kissing the Blarney Stone, the Blarney Castle, and of the grounds and surrounding Irish countryside, were taken in Ireland in 2007 (link).  We have visited Ireland and the Blarney Stone on two different times, I kissed it on both.  The first trip I fell and broke my kneecap, so we had to come home instead of continue on to the rest of our U.K. visit.