Blue jean baby
You are so little
And so precious
Also you are the light of the world
Blue jean Baby
I want to play with you in the park today
Because you can play there safely
Blue Jean baby
Thanks god it is spring again
Blue jean baby
God loves you also
Blue jean baby
I love your blond curly hair
Blue jean baby
I love your blue eyes
Blue jean baby
God loves the little children
I have an old gray button up shirt
Like the cowboys wear with rugged jeans
It fits big and covers me up completely
So that I feel like I’m living uniquely
I love this old shirt that cost a pretty penny
Because I purchased her at a magazine with plenty
Of beautiful pieces to match and select
I chose her on the part that I like best
Her ability to cover my upper body fully
So that I don’t have a need to feel unworthy
Because of my chubbiness or lack of flair for flirting
This one piece of clothing makes me feel assurance
I love her pockets on the front that seem so enduring
And give me a place to put my smokes even though
I quit them in 2013 before I met my ex-husband
That smoker who will never quit – the alcoholic
I split up from him but didn’t let my shirt go with him
He liked it and if he’s had his way, he’d have took her with him
But I can only say – he’s gone and my shirt has stayed
She’s will me til my dying day or hers, whichever comes first
Blue jean was bought
As the right size
But fit was big
For Than Bauk On Human Folly
Sponsored by Marugu Mo
Eight Place
3-10-2016
Holes in his jeans, but a song in his heart
How easily his handsome smile stole mine --
Both jeans and heart!
*Written March 15, 2015, for Debbie’s “Three Line” poetry contest
We owned the world, we owned the sun
They were blue-jean summers, jam-packed with fun
Way back when I was nine or ten
How great it was to be a kid!
Where knees fell down, and bums would skid
Down asphalt roads, when life was good
We called ourselves blue denim twins
Summer mornings, flies were buzzin'.
Grab our bikes, and take a ride
And eat our lunch 'neath steel blue skies
Wipe sticky hands on blue jean thighs
Drink a gulp of Lipton tea
Sweetened with love, for you and me
The radio played those Elvis songs
A "send-off" smile, a day for fun
Running down the road, one mishap or a fall...
Band-aid & bubble gum, soon fixed our frowns
A patch on your skin and one on your jeans
We wore them with honor, but, we were teased!
Skating down the sidewalk, going clickity-clack
Stepping on the cracks will break your mother's back
Later playing jacks, counting threes and fours
Sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor
When dinner was ready, we'd be in luck
Spaghetti to twirl, and peach short cake
We owned the sun, we owned the world
Those blue jean summers, when we were friends…
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
there's a blue jean moon
out there tonight
you know, the one that's got
that look in its eye
like it's got
a million places to go
and it doesn't know
where to start
or who to call first
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