My father bought a Willys Jeep
When I was just a kid.
My mother took one look at it
And man, she flipped her lid.
A station wagon was the car
He’d told her he would buy.
To him, they were equivalent;
He hadn’t tried to lie.
We didn’t have it very long
But oh, I loved it so!
Its rattan seats could fold if you
Had lots of things to stow.
In emerald green, it didn’t look
Like any other car.
In terms of being cool,
That Willys Jeep sure set the bar.
Today I saw a Willys Jeep,
Bright orange, on the street
And memories came flooding back,
An unexpected treat.
My father’s long-ago mistake
(Or so I had been told)
Evokes a snippet of the past
I’m happy to behold.
Marshmallows, when I was a kid
I'd eat a whole bag, and I did
I felt like a winner
but ruined my dinner
and hid when my mum flipped her lid.
When I see those things now, white and pink
I look at those sweeties and think
my God, they were sickly
I'd turn pale so quickly
and then I'd throw up in the sink.
176th Feb 2016
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Doing Wheelies!
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Memaw’s doing wheelies,
She must have flipped her lid.
She should be knitting blankets.
Or babysitting kids-
She had the “hee-b-jee-bies.”
At least that’s what she said.
Just before she hit the gas.
And started to skid.
Go get the camcorder.
One-hundred-thousand wins!
Now, that’s a lot of dollars.
Soon, taping did begin.
Hiding in the bushes,
When Memaw passed that way.
While doing many wheelies,
They videoed her play.
Then all of a sudden,
She rode toward the bush.
One last wheelie- Yeehawww!
Then, she landed on her tush!
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