Weekly Scribblings - What if's today - Do it again?
This will be my last "Weekly Scribblings" post as it's sponsors are merging it with another posting on another day. I may rejoin the enjoyment of reading and writing poems there when I catch up on some other tasks of which I'm behind. I still intend to post here "The Sunday Muse" and perhaps a few others midweeks.
If I were, . . .
If I were little kid again
I'd have my monkey near
Made from blue, white, and red stockings
His red nose from the heel
I'd be hugging him close to my chest
Or he'd be hugging me
I'd drag him around--we hand in hand
Close to me always be
And I were a bit bigger kid
I'd be playing cousins
Cousin things playing on Grandma's floor
Cars and trucks we would drive
He would always have more toys than I
Taxi cabs he'd have two
So Grandpa'd make him give me one
Mine to keep take it home
If I were a big kid again
A bicycle alone
Little sister would have her own
The girls bike could be hers
Sharing bicycles is the pits
Thing boys needn't do
Were I a teenage lad again
Smoking I wouldn't do
Cigarettes would stay in their place
Uncle's glove compartment
It's there they should have stayed
Gave my sister one, she smoked two
Made her sick, be no more
Were I young again, drop out days
My Ford would still be fast
Back then my car was a "sleeper"
It looked stock but watch out
The fifty-two Ford would out run
any Chevy around
Bored and stroked, ported and relieved,
street cam, dust you at lights
If I were younger mid forties
I'd have my Beagle dog
Be a therapy pair again
She would still be the best
Visit hospitals, senior homes,
help children learn to read
- - -
You wonder where your toys have gone
Sleeping away some place
In a drawer or a cardboard box
High on a closet shelf
My toy monkey is lost, I looked
This morning writer's break
The taxi died, not of old age
Left outside crushed by car
Sister had kept the bicycle
Hung on a garage peg
Cigarettes and pipes, chew and dip,
I too have quit, forties
I sometimes wonder, "Ford still runs?"
Saw her once on the street
Still wanting to race at the light
Jealous, others I've had
Adi died, my sweet Beagle dog
Carry her picture now
That's the end of this yarn right now
More to come, perhaps
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This is another toy,
"Educated Monkey"
He helped me learn my math
He used his hands and his feet
One foot on Your Number
Other was directed
as the Multiplier
Hands would hold the Product
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- Poem and Photos Copywrite, Jimmiehov 2021 and earlier, All Rights Reserved
- Chesterfield Cigarettes, 2018 http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2018/09/weekend-roundup-11-18b-for-letter-k.html "Screen Print" photo from a site that I have forgotten
- Adi, my Beagle Dog, photo from http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2007/01/adi-can-sleep-in-sunshine-while-jim-is.html
- I am linked with Rommy at The Weekly Scribblings #93, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2021/10/weekly-scribblings-93-kid-stuff.html
- Rommy is hosting the last Weekly Scribblings forever, and as our last Wednesday prompt, has asked us to “write about something we really enjoyed in childhood – a toy, a book, a place, a movie – anything that held a place in your heart back then.”
- I smoked from age 17 until our younger daughter was born. I still like to drive fast cars, I've been up to 150 steady on the German Autobahn, here momentarily to 140 testing a car, and still have a pretty fast 1998 Mustang GT Convertible. The educated monkey is one my son bought me on eBay when he thought that I had lost my original hand-me-down now well over 100 years old. The Taxi Cab did get run over and was crushed after I had left it out all night being my dad's tractor.
More of my toys posts (my toys and some others) are found by the Label below and on my other fairly active blog, https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search?q=Toys&m=1
Labels: Adi, Adi Can, Jim's Life, Poem, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form, Toys
7 Comments:
If I were a kid again, my parents would have bought me a chimpanzee. Alas, it never happened no matter how much I begged. I enjoyed reading your poem, Jim. PS, one of your female fan club.
Oh, this was a delight to read, thank you!
(I started smoking at 16 and managed to finally stop on my 48th birthday – best birthday present I ever gave myself.)
We changed our projected merging at Poets and Storytellers United from Sundays to Fridays, because you didn't think you could add it to your Sunday writings, and we realised others in our community also play at The Sunday Muse and elsewhere at weekends. I do hope Fridays will work for you; would greatly miss your input if it were to stop.
I wonder how many things I would do differently (or more) if I were a kid again. I think I would climb more trees, go for longer swims... I would probably try in some more trouble than I did when I was a kid. I would have more stories to tell, lol!
P.S. Like Rosemary, I hope you join us on Fridays.
Okay, that educational monkey is just plain creepy! I like your "ifs." Smoking is one thing I never did. None of my friends did either, so that's probably why. My brother did, started at 15, and still does nearly 60 years later. Swore he'd stop... never could.
I think kid me might try to be a bit more daring at moments, but still be a giant nerd.
Bravo Jim. Enjoyed the memories
Much💜love
I love the way you wrote this, Jim.
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