Long Hitch up Poems
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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.
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
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!"
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