Two Feet Jimmy

 What does this have to do with this week's theme of writing about dancing (a specific style or dancing in general)? OK, sure... it's ice skating, not dancing. But both are joy-filled examples of movement. And we could all do with a bit more joy, right? Just go with it.

My two feet,

  A synopsis 

I love these feet of mine 

Have high hopes, love them always 

When young and gay met a mate 

Met her at the skating rink 

A bit younger than I was 

We lied about our ages 

Eloped to another state 

Marriage lasted thirteen years 

Then she met another guy 

Bozo couldn't even dance 

But his smile was becoming 

Married, lasted not a year 

New lady for me  arrived 

three years later, she could skate 

We celebrated last week 

Fifty-three years of romance 

. . . 

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 I am linked with  "Friday Writings" 211 at  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/?m=1 

 . . .

Unspoken

My first car was unspoken 

A solid wheel vehicle 

One that Dady bought for me 

Trade in by my principal 

A 1950 it was 

Studebaker Starlight Coupe 

Back then only bicycles 

Their wheels had spokes and more spokes 

Well, tricycles still had spokes 

But the cars then were safer 

Doing away with the spokes 

Unspoken they had become 

 

Now again spokes have returned 

But they are so much stronger 

Engineered from solid steel 

My Mustang is much safer 

Much safer than solid steel 

Goodbye to unspoken wheels. 

. . .  

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Mary's prompt "The Unspoken" at What's Going On? 

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