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
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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
- 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.
Labels: Adi, Adi Can, Jim's Life, Poem, Sunday Muse, Syllabic Form, Toys
