Blue Goose

The first automobile I ever had,
I bought when I was a sixteen year old lad.
Since it was numerous times pre-owned,
Its gears and innards groaned and moaned!

It was a nineteen-thirty-seven Ford Deluxe,
And as I recall it cost two-hundred and fifty bucks.
It had sixty-five horses under the hood.
To keep apace of traffic, I pedaled as fast as I could!

The great Barney Oldfield I tried to emulate,
As roaring about town I did perambulate!
I made intimate acquaintance with many a cop,
And as a result had some serious chats with my Pop!

It was known by its sobriquet, the Blue Goose,
And although I put it through lots of abuse,
It got me and my dates to movies and proms,
But I suspect it was a bane to some anxious moms!

Since my youth I've owned finer automobiles,
But I've never been prouder of a set of wheels!
The Blue Goose got me everywhere I wanted to go,
And compared to prices today, sure cost a lot less dough!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Devonshire Avatar
March 14, 2010 at 1:06 PM
Love the way some people name their cars, Bob. Blue Goose was a gem; I had a yellow Toyota I called my little lemon. And that it was! Did you see the wonderful poem William Cleator posted about you today? I agree with every word he said. Love, Carolyn
Taylor Avatar
March 14, 2010 at 7:46 AM
Terrific, Sarge! Really got a chuckle. Aren't these old memories great? Cheers.
A  Avatar
March 13, 2010 at 5:26 PM
lol... good write and true... i remember my first car.. or should i say my first love lol... they sure don't cost the same anymore
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