Best Chevy Poems
Classy Chassis
Rusted and Busted
I was a classic beauty at my time
Eyes of envy upon me at the time
My body and chrome spit shine
My windows reflected the world’s soul and mind
My sweet smelling leather seats you’d climb
And place your bare legs, feet on the dash
Driving me down Main Street with a sudden lash
Rusted and Busted
Abandoned and forgotten
I adorn
The sun kiss and the smell of rain field
Now green velvet moss conceals,
Air threads through my broken windshields
When once you sat,
The stain and smell of mildew on my crack leather seats,
Brown leaves and twigs rest on old broken springs
Nature’s home of exquisite silence yields
I think of the past and the future
A classic beauty at my time
Now
Rusted and Busted
Abandoned and forgotten
6/15/2016
When I was teenboy, nothing else mattered
Than making out in the back of a Chevy
With a gorgeous young hottie with boobs to die for
Breathing became rather heavy
Now I'll try to behave coz the censors are watching
And your computers will probably short circuit
With the powers vested in me, I'll try to behave
But it'll be quite a challenge I'll admit
All my many friends I have here on the Soup
Are aware of my penchant for the naughty stuff
After all what's life about but to wiggle and jiggle
While parading around town in the buff
So far the censors haven't any reason to complain
I've been relatively prim and proper
But I sure can't keep this up indefinitely though
I'll blow a gasket as I get all hot and bothered
Eventually though, I catch hold of myself
Since a teenboy, I've actually learned self-control
Can now walk down the street without molesting girls
And the drooling I've controlled on the whole
So in closing I'll say this, my very good friends
There should be a law that allows us guys
The freedom to molest hot voluptuous young fillies
And make out in the back of a Chevy as a prize
© Jack Ellison 2016
What kind of car is that? My eleven grandchildren scream.
It has driven by slowly, and it is my childhood dream.
a 1957 Chevy, sleek, black, full of chrome, I say.
Coveting the red leather seats as it drives slowly away.
It doesn’t look like any contraption we have ever seen!
I know this is true, I wave to the driver as if she is the queen.
She is driving my dream and I am out of words as I watch her go.
Adding this much chrome is something today’s car designers do not know.
Riding in your green Chevy
windows down,
music on.
I watch you drive, one hand on the wheel & the other occupying my own hand
I notice the skin on your arms has tanned :)
Baby you are remarkable.
Your smile, your laugh and the way you manage to kiss me quickly and watch the road at the same time.
I know this poem isn't enough to show my appreciation for you, it hardly even rhymes.
But I love you honey bee
I hope that you can see;
All I do, I do for you,
& I enjoy:
All our laughs, our talks, our smiles!
For you... I'd walk a thousand miles.
You are always there for me
And you always know what to say & do
Like i said, everything I do.. I do for you :)
'57 CHEVY
I've entered what's called my golden years,
But there's silver in my hair.
Is that the color of my setting sun?
If it is,
When did I get here?
My tattoos are all very faded,
Blurred lines running together.
My breasts don't sit high anymore,
And my arthritis forecasts the weather.
As I go about my days,
Carrying out the routines of life,
I forget the shimmering blonde is gone
And I'm no longer someone's young wife.
When I go to the doctor and pharmacy,
Or even the convenience store,
People seem so curious about me,
They always want to know more.
So when I'm asked for my date of birth,
Although there's silver in my hair,
I just smile and say "I'm a classic!
Like a pink and white Chevy Belaire."
The Chevy Vega is something I won’t miss.
No other car in Detroit was built like this.
Off the dealer’s lot or out of the showroom,
the sound of the running engine was a harbinger of doom.
Upkeep and maintenance busted my financial bubble.
It always seemed to develop some kind of trouble.
This was the kind of car leaving many owners pissed.
It was usually crossed off on car buyers’ lists.
I rolled like Caesar down the boulevard the day I came to town.
My triumph was impromptu and abrupt.
I parked my Chevy by the curbside on a gentle downhill slope
In hope there’d be no need for backing up.
From near the Devil’s Crossroads where I’d tempted fate
To the edge of Austin in the Lone Star State.
I walked my hunger to a roadhouse, spied the waitress shooting pool.
She ignored me, so I had to volunteer,
“I’ll have the Humperdinck pastrami with a Chopin polonaise,
And Jesus Christ, I need a goddamn beer!”
I swear her body English, when she broke the rack,
It took my breath away and wouldn’t give it back.
She was a cowgirl from the city with a wide Bonanza spread
And the guns to run the rustlers out of Dodge.
I had an immigrant’s desire just to lay my burden down
And shack up in some low rent motor lodge.
I said, “I’m here on business, babe, but heaven knows,
How your desert blossoms like a gypsy rose!
She played the accidental vixen like a cunning ingénue
And adlibbed her audition for the part.
She said, “The Workman’s Daily Special comes with saucy bedroom eyes.
If you’re picky, you can order ala carte.”
It seemed an outright bargain in a joint like this,
A spaghetti western with a Hitchcock twist.
I said, “I’ll be your Prince of Darkness if you’ll be my guiding light
And lead me down the path of least regret.”
She said her hands were always busy, but her heart was sometimes free,
And humored me by playing hard to get.
I offered Old Persuasion from a bootleg flask.
Heard the waitress answer, “Thought you’d never ask.”
She left her apron on the counter, took her jacket off the hook,
Deposited the tip jar in her purse,
Then we motored off to Splitsville down a narrow one-lane road,
Playing chicken in a car with no reverse.
Mythical wizard hag sits on her haughty throne
Who is she? Some whisper, perhaps thinking crone.
Magical and mystical, she is rarely sitting alone.
Her power animals surround her, hoping for a bone.
She gets to make all their decisions, she is in charge.
Her ideas and ideals are incredibly worthy and large.
We know her as grandma, our grandpa calls her the Sarge.
She is the most magical creature we know, our grandma Marge.
Remember when we walked to school?
Remember when we thought we were cool?
We were good friends in those years
Our laughter overcame any fears
We were young, we were pure
We were safe, we were sure
Nothing could hurt us
No one there to alert us
We thought it funny at first
But our bubble soon burst
When he drove up beside us
Offered to ride us . . .
Home in his tangerine Chevy.
Silverado truck and F-one fifty Ford
Went on a date but both got extremely bored
Chevy made a wheelie and Ford promptly booked
Date didn’t last as long as the dinner we cooked.
Juan (Johnnie) Avocado Seed
By George W. Clever-----15 September 2020
A migrant boy in California
His only toys were avocado pits
Making castles at the Rancheria
In the dust with the pits where he sits
Until told of a boy who traveled the borders
Planting apple seeds to grow fine orchards
Dreamed of a day when he’d be in demand
Planting huge avocado seeds across the land
For all to share his gift of avocado’s monounsaturated fat
He would be Juan Avocado Seed and that was that
Giving people Guacamole to spread on chips
Sliced garnish on tortillas rice and in their dips
Avocado Mac and Cheese or on pizza Chicago Style
He would be famous as Juan Avocado Seed mile after mile
Unable to leave his Rancheria without a Chevy
The bag of Avocado pits was just too heavy
Yes, the avocado seed, a Creator’s mistake
Its pits too large and heavy he did make
Clever lever on robotic wheel
Tasted grease and oil, a big time meal
Sculpted a Chevy’s bumper, a shiny deal.
Ford and Chrysler helped him glue his seal.
A sweet experience that I have had before,
has me turning around and coming back for more.
Consider me just a plain and ordinary man.
I was passing down a road in my Chevy Van.
What I saw next was not a fantasy.
I was fully awake, so it was pure reality.
Here was the cutest young girl any man would like.
She was standing to the side wanting to hitchhike.
Not knowing how long she was out, or where she had been,
I pulled over and asked her to climb in.
She was just like a princess with an angel’s face.
Soon, she would fall asleep while lying in her place.
Moonlight danced off the hair of this pretty dove.
Some time later in my van, we would make love.
On a small town dirt road they called “Main Street”,
this little princess walked away in bare feet.
Remembering how sweetly this little girl had kissed,
the princess became someone too difficult to resist.
A few miles down the road, I had to turn around.
I am just hoping this sweet girl can be found.
Based on the hit song "Chevy Van" by Sammy Johns
THERE WAS A BEVY OF BEAUTY IN MY ’56 CHEVY
Dig it dude give me a chance to try
Listen guy, I ain’t that high
So let me attempt to tell you what will transpire
And I promise, as I relate this I won’t get any higher
So it seems they schooled us in the best way to be
And when confronted as to who said it was the best way, not me
I’m just standing here leaning against a ‘62 chevy with a hemi and quads
And I’m telling you, the unjust and impure will fight with squads
This is obviously the way we need to be
Perhaps it’s some kind of a degree
At one time they may show us a sign
Until that we should all stiffen up our spine
This ain’t going to be easy if you deny that you believe
If we all stick together the legions of us can achieve
Because I’ve heard on your millionth falsehood you becomes impervious to fire
But what happens if we don’t each want to receive our license to be a liar
© 2011.…free cee!
I was born in the year of the greatest car and the biggest flop. The ‘57’ Chevy had personality and power along with class. The greatest flop, the Edsel had few sales; nothing spectacular to offer; not even style. I took this as a sign that I could be great or a failure as well so, I asked myself what, could I offer this world? I find answers to that question, every day. When I am gone, I want people to remember me as a ‘57’ Chevy!
Nature gives all life,
Power to achieve great things;
God gives them talent.