Hitch Up Poems | Examples

Cupid Returns

One Valentines day Cupid went on strike because well ... he didn't like 
the dating games on T V showing fake people trying to hitch up and all 
They were gold diggers he said, first they say love me, then take a hike
he didn't think their hearts were true, they were always having a brawl 
He packed his gold tipped arrows and moved out of his Love Chalet 
up the mountain he went to meditate, he met a man named Tate 
who asked him, "can you spare me an arrow, I'm in love with Kate" 
Kate and Tate got married but soon their love turned to hate 
Thinking he had lost his touch he shot clandestine arrows how sad 
people kissy faced & moonied, so he thought maybe I'm not so bad 
He got hired on T V  as a host for a bran new dating show 
gold tipped arrows and trusty quivers, he turned them all aglow 
Cupid God Of Love shooting arrows once again,  love was in the air  
opulence of heart & soul came first this time,  love was everywhere  
Valentine Smoochies, hoochie-coochies, snoggies and kisses oh dear,   
Cupid was back and love was on track, for anyone who ever came near.

Gooseberries and Sharp Creases

GOOSEBERRIES AND SHARP CREASES

The plumpest, juiciest, hairiest gooseberries
My grandfather grew in a circular bed,
Dead centre of the immaculate lawn.
And blackcurrants under netting,
And a Victoria plum tree in the far corner.
He taught me to hitch up my trousers at the knee
When I sat down, to avoid spoiling the creases.
And to touch the peak of my cap 
When I passed a lady in the street.
But he was a sick man;
Tuberculosis and diabetes that would send him
Into long, deep comas.
He would have taught me a whole lot more,
But for that final coma.

1st July 2020
In Loving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Regina Riddle

Muscle Cars

I've sat here and thought about muscle cars
Big beefy motors that roar and tyres smokin' hot
And when you see a movie they are the cars of the stars
When the dream sequences come they are the shot

Their colours are red and black as a matter of fact
The leather upholstery is just worn in enough to show
And these are the cars that count - that's the fact, Jack
So hitch up your trousers and know they're the go.

© Paul Warren Poetry

The Red Parasol

Mama tells me I must shield my skin from the scorching sun
This doesn’t stop me and my friend Amy from having some fun
Amy went out exploring and picked wild roses from the bowers
I can still smell the sweet scent of these now wilting pink flowers
We can paddle in the blue sea when we hitch up our long clothes
Then go walking on the golden sand; I can feel it tickling my toes
We rest in the sand dunes and Amy perches on an enormous rock
I sit on the soft ground and am careful not to ruin my pretty frock
On my lips I taste the salty sea air on the warm summer breeze
How I cherish my free time on such sunny days as these

Contest –The Red Parasol Sponsored by Eve Roper
06~11~16

It's April Fools Today

My Daddy played a trick on me
When I was just a tike
Asleep; I was in dreamland town
A 'riding on my bike

And suddenly! I hear a noise
A clanging sound it seems
It was my Dad with pots in hand
He's banging on the beams!

He's shouting out "Wake up! Wake up!
We're getting in the ride
It's time to go, no time to waste
We've got to get outside!

There are bees in here, they're everywhere
They're stinging all they see
Get in those clothes, hitch up your boots
It's time for us to flee!"

So up I jump, still in a daze
What happened to my bike?
Where are my clothes, can't find my boots
Oh my - this I don't like

We run outside; "Hey! Where's the car?
Dad woke us up you know
Those bees in there will sting for sure
It's time for us to go!"

My Dad's outside with teary eyes
From laughing all the way
He turns to us and with a grin
"It's April Fools today!"

The Bird Don'T Mean You'Re Number One

So you woke up face down on 
the street
And you don't know the time 
or day of the week
And want me to serve you a 
hair of the dog
To steady your nerves and 
clear out the fog. 

If the last thing you remember 
from the night before
Is the bird she that she flipped 
as she walked through the 
door
And she wasn't suggesting you 
was her number one
You got a whole lot of crawling 
ahead of you son. 

Now I ain't no expert on God's 
fairer sex
You can check, here's the 
number you can go call my ex
But you musta done something 
to make the girl sad
Cos the bird is reserved for the 
baddest of bad 

You better pick up the phone 
and hitch up your jeans
And beg her forgiveness for 
being so mean
Some flowers wouldn't hurt, 
even throw in a nice dinner
Cos from where I was standing 
she looked like a winner.

Ideas To Ponder

Hitch up those gitches and ambulate across the way to a brother's abode and visit awhile on the settee. Don't beat the mule for stubbornness he's just a creature of the earth.

Did you burn a yule log to purify your home from grudges!

Jan. 6th Kings day....suppose to be the day the wise men met the new born Jesus. 12 days post birth.

you are a hoot....but I've got to scoot on down to the sanctuary for soul revival....need a little pep in my boots

One Last Performance

The applauses shower, they hold all the power
I break out a bow for my finest hour
Bravo, Encore, I exit stage door
My feet, they don't seem to touch the floor
One last glance, a last performance
How many more hours do I keep up this stance
This farce, this pretence, this fake eloquence
Hitch up my pride to clear every fence
I'm running, can't stop til I reach the top
And throw down this shield utilised as a prop
To hold up, support every act I was taught
While captive, imprisoned inside your solid fort


25th August 2011

Ah, Alum Creek

Ah, Alum Creek
A place I love to go

In the summer for a picnic
Or a jet ski talent show

The kids can run and play
Covered in sand from head to toe

Pack your 45
we've got UV rays to soak

Hitch up them jet skis boys
Dont forget the boat

"Out to play!" is on the door
"Will return" was all I wrote

-Miranda Lambert- 
02/15/2011 11:45 am
(My dad took us to alum creek every summer, I plan to continue this legacy for many 
summers to come)

The Journey

I've been on this journey for over a year , it's hard to imagine.  For a whole year I have held 
the reigns up here on the wagon. It's a long trip down a winding mountain road. My foot is on 
the break, can I control this heavy load? I had lots of doubt when I started this journey. 
Would I misjudge the next curve and wind up on a gurney? Up the next steep grade will my 
team stumble and fall? Down the upcoming grade will the break hold at all? The road is long 
and down it I trod. Riding shotgun ,is my good buddy God. So I will hitch up my team and 
take the reigns everyday. Before I lay down, I will humbly pray. At every sunrise I will ask 
him to guide me. I will follow his will down life's endless highway. Remember the road you 
have traveled behind you. The end is far but don't let it blind you. Stay on course, remember 
your task. God will grant you new life. You just have to ask.

Pants On the Ground

Hitch up those britches
Don't show those gitches

Stained with skid marks, no gitches
keep the crabs on your private witches

Bust the slack and expose the crack
Makes me see TP and talk some smack

Cover your assets; keep it in the backpack
Or I will use a thumb tack with a good whack!

Headin To Town

Hitch up them mules maw looks like we be headin fer town.
   Stock up on them vittles, shoot might even buy you that new flanny night gown.
Shucks paw we ain’t got money fer such frivolous stuff.
   Sold Bessies calf, heck fire we got more’n enough.
Get little Billie let’s take him along.
   Been workin like a man gettin powerful strong.
 My goodness paw is that money burnin a hole in them britches. 
   Might ought to take my needle n thread lay in some stitches.
She got old paw so tickled he started to roar.
   He gotta laughin so hard he had to hold his ribs they got so sore.
 He said doggone it maw if’n you ain’t a piece a cake, oh my, my.
   Little Bill said , Paw you sure nuff  love maw, she sure be the apple of your old 
eye.
Rekun I do at that Bill, Shucks we been together most all our life.
   Maybe not the fanciest gal at the dance, but I take pride shes my wife.
Lets get goin fer maw starts to pucker up and cry.
   And get on across that river, whilst the river is dry.
 Get up ole mule, gettem up lets go.
   Headin off fer town, away they did go.

Borrowed Time

Borrowed time, borrowed time
We’re living on borrowed time
Selling our lives for a dream home
Ripping up the carpets
To lay our lives down
New china
A drape to please the eye
This borrowed time will drag you down

If everything was free
Then would we still care?
If this ornament stood here
Or this tablecloth complemented there?

Borrowed time
Your selling away
Your life’s work
Bought you a pretty new chair

Hitch up your skirts
Sell your Tupperware
Eat your supper off the floor
Drink straight from the tap
Walk the ten miles to work
Time to get your time back

Late Apple Themes

come kiss the frost 
from off  late apple themes 
the carnival is coming into town
where everything is nothing that it seems
hitch up the pony,
take the surrey down.

 Let's take the long way 'cross the summer bridge,
the one where first you dared to touch my hand,
I still love seeing sunsets from the ridge
and down below the colors are so grand.

the county fair is finer from up here
all candy apple reds and spinning  beams 
the zephyr through the pines is all we hear ,
a place to sit and contemplate our dreams

the fantasy is kinder than the truth
recall the ferris wheel at sweet sixteen,
let's share that secret summer of our youth
and go back home to cherish where we've been.

To Reign In Your Fire

I who have nothing
I who am naught
wrapped in the chaos
of what Ihave wrought
weeping and waiting 
and still I aspire
to harness your power
to rein in your fire
  to hitch up your wagon
to my broken dreams
oh darling,my darling
it's not what it seems
my baskets are empty
I don't need a ride
down to the market
to peddle my pride
  I just want to travel
to Danbury Fair
when you get your metal
I want to be there
to toast to your courage
along with the crowd
to sing out your ballads
and love you out loud

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