Short Jalopy Poems
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An old jalopy
ambling down the country road,
driver close behind.
Date: 08/29/2019
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Want a ride in my jalopy asked Uncle Lou
That depends said Shelly. Is a jalopy an athletic shoe?
Where would you get that idea? Her uncle asked, surprised.
It sounds like something you would wear on a foot; she surmised.
Jingle Joy jealously judges Jolly Jump up
Jolly judiciously jangles Jingle Joy’s jabs
Jalopy Jim jubilantly jiggles Jingle Joy’s jeep
Jolly Jump up juggles Jolly Jump Up’s jingle jangles
Jaundiced Jabberwocky jangles Jingle Joy’s jalopy.
So what single thing makes our writes so charming
If I knew, I'd be driving a Ferrari instead of this jalopy I'm parking
It's intangible they say
Choosing words to convey
Every day a new journey through life we're embarking
Ye old jalopy of the junkyard
spiffed up
with spinning tires
hydroplaning of the weather vane
no ejection seat
no buckle to fumble
open air
hit from behind
the child held with grandma’s wrought iron arms
grandpa’s at the pearly gates
chooses lemon-lime
7/8/2018
Trash the old jalopy
It’s just piles of scraps
Out- dated and no good
It’s just junk sitting under the hood
Junk yard bound
It’s ready to go
Drag it to the scrap yard
Looking at it, makes it hard
I had it for so long
it’s just rusted out tin
My jalopy is like my best friend
And I tried to keep it till the end
J'aime la vie…I love life, with all that it brings
Alleviating the jarring pain of potholed roads
Labour uphill, thankful for easy descents,
Observe the rules, most watchful for red lights
Plagued at times by ailments, wear and tear
Yet, like a defiant aging car, I chug on and on.
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11th July, 2023
That jalopy is still puttin' along
Slow start on cold mornings
Loud stinky foul exhaust
And the finish is quite weathered
His seat is lumpy
He uses a lot of fuel
Not as fast anymore
And has a screw loose somewhere
But she tells her girlfriends
She still loves her husband
After forty two years
Even if he's not the man he used to be
The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest
7/9/19
the old jalopy...
manufacture Oldsmobile;
daily drove to work;
inside my garage,
also dad's 1915 Model J car;
old that jalopy...
that old jalopy,
manufactured by Lozier;
three-three horsepower;
slobmodel auto;
designed with rocket tail-lights;
that old jalopy...
my dad drove in style;
his nineteen-fifty eight Olds,
drove old jalopy;
7/12/19
The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest
my undependable jalopy broke down on Halloween night
on a dark spooky road with nary a sliver of light
I got on my phone and called an Uber, hoping one was near
pretty soon a loud knock on my window I hear
It was a black cat riding a tiny broom
I have come to give you a ride, she said, and soon
I have a tight schedule, so come on, my dear
But I did not fit, because I have a corpulent rear
The Old Jalopy Poetry Contest
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Old Jalopy Car History
Spent more time Under them
Than actually In them
But all Cars with Character
And i Loved and Cherished
Every 1 of Her
For the Craig Cornish
Old Jalopy
Poetry Contest
Awake before dawn, he jumps into his clothes
slides, headfirst, down the curling bannister
inhales a bowl of cereal -- Thanks, Mom! --
and bolts out the door into the old
used jalopy, where a nodding gunman
bides his time in the backseat
relishing the lamb's imminent slaughter
secure in the thought that even if caught
-- laughable, that -- he will post bail
and be back out on the friendly streets
In her messy jalopy, she made a bit of room for me
had to pick up empties; I counted twenty-three
I said, “You really like cream soda, I see”
She gave me a nod and thumbs up, my friend Vee.
We gave been comrades for a while, have shared history.
She has never been a neatnik like her mom or sister Bree.
Her car looks like it has been well-loved, lived in totally
I adore the unapologetic casual messiness of my friend Vee.
Automobiles these days are super expensive
And, I find car advertisements rather offensive,
Suggesting my old auto may soon be trash,
They are promising to buy it for loads of cash.
I’m not in a race to keep up with the Joneses
Considering what the interest rate on car loans is,
I’ll keep my jalopy as long as it gets me where,
If sometimes I’m returning on a wing and a prayer.
Written July 9, 2022
Winnie learned all about fixing motors from her daddy.
She had tuned up six Fords, two Chevys and a Caddy.
Daddy got her a jalopy of her own when she was sixteen.
She took it all apart, so it would be oiled up and clean.
Labelled the parts as they came out one by one.
Winnie’s mother threw up her hands. Said “this is no fun!”
Her daddy was delighted, and excited to see his girl enjoy….
Her first car ever; which she treated like her favorite toy.
I dont know what’s with this feline,
But I wish that she were really mine.
I think she’s the cat of my fun .dreams.
She and I would make quite the team!
We could go on “Cat Dancing with the Stars”
Bring home the huge trophy,in my jalopy of a car.
I’d make her a filet of salmon in a crystal dish.
And reward myself with sherbet, it is so delish.
Two swinging champions we and so full of soul..
Tomorrow night, we will snack on raspberry jelly-rolls!
Santa's reindeer were in preparation,
training for the big occasion,
getting themselves in top condition
for their Christmas Eve expedition.
But on this particular Christmas,
Rudolph was experiencing pain and stiffness.
Santa worried about his fitness
and a noticeable lack of swiftness.
X-rays showed Rudolph had a leg fracture,
so he was temporarily put out to pasture;
and seeing as the winds were rather choppy,
Santa delivered presents in a flying jalopy.
i remember us running
with nets in tiny hands
through fields of daisies
the old jalopy hidden within
near that old weathered barn
its faded red color
almost looked brown
in the distance
oh the innocence
and laughter of children
with butterflies
and fireflies in jars
their soft light
flickering
from bedside tables
sometimes i stop
at the edge of the fields
and watch the butterflies
in the folds of daises
just to feel you near
July 9, 2019
Old Jalopy Contest