Girl on a scooter
Girl on a scooter
where do you go
Couldn't be cuter
I love you sooo
With room for double
when I'm with you
Me for your buddy
envies my brood
Flying through the night
brown hair trailing
I'm hanging on tight
close those railings
Riding your scooter
queen of the streets
Girl on a scooter
so glad you're mine
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2 and 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi in the Writer's Pantry at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/02/writers-pantry-7-strolling-through.html?m=1
- The photo was taken in 2006 while we were traveling, Sicily and Amalfi, Italy, for four weeks (plus one in Provence, France).
- When I was in El Paso in the U.S. Army for five years and the three years at an Air Force Satellite Tracking Station I rode my Vespa scooter as a second car and for pleasure.
Labels: Love Poem, Poem, Scooter, Syllabic Form, Writer's Pantry
posted by Jim @ 2/16/2020 04:56:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
Little bit On the wild side, Jim. I cannot even ride a bike
Happy Sunday, thanks for dropping by my blog today
Much💃🏽🕺🏽💃🏽love
Ha ha, my first husband rose a motor scooter, so I was often the one on the back. (Had my own helmet.) Fun for the young.
PS Gillena, I can't ride a bike either! But being a passenger on the scooter demanded little skill.
Now that invoked memories of youth. Nice one.
Fun and takes a nice clip.
This is such a delightful read, Jim!💝
Lovely read.
I was a pillion passenger on a motorbike once in my life...
Anna :o]
Zoom away, Jim! :)
This is so sweet, Jim.
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