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 

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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 

 - 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