Who misses “Animal Stories” on the radio
with ‘Lil' Tommy’ (Edwards)
and ‘Ole Uncle Larr’ (Larry Lujack)
Oh, I miss it something fierce
my morning fog it used to pierce
As Lil’ Tommy would say
“Hey, Uncle Larr, ya hear the big story out Idaho way?”
“No, Lil’ Tommy. Go ahead. Make my day.”
“Well, it seems Farmer John’s prize cow
just got rolled by a 64-foot rig”
“Think Ole Farmer John might be in the mood for a little jig right now, Lil’ Tommy?”
“ Sure thing, Larr.”
“Truck gonna be OK, Lil’ Tommy?”
“Truck’s unscathed Uncle Larr.”
~ “Well, that’s a wrap for Idaho today, Lil’ Tommy… “
an ice cream truck pulls up at the block
and kids have gathered with their demands
to ask the guy who sells the 'cold sweet thing'
to give them one to cool off in the afternoon
my mother would take us there
along with my sister who was fighting me before
to make us forget our stupid conversation
and peacefully enjoy the summer vacations
Your
Beat-up
Pick-up truck,
With the rattle
Somewhere deep inside,
Carries me through the night.
The windows are down, the scent
Of the day's petrichor is strong;
I've seen something new today, I feel
Like the child who once craved your attention.
But we've changed, the truck isn't silver -
Today, from now, we're eye-to-eye.
Our work, bills, meaningless things -
Whatever comes to mind,
I smile and laugh
It all away
In the back
Of your
Truck.
This spider has high ambition.
She'll be catching the next passing truck.
Got her family to feed.
AP: 2nd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Contest : Write a Beautiful Carpe Diem
Sponsor : Constance la France
2nd Placement : Standard Contest
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“ The Now Moment is all we really have, holding our atomic Universe in its infinitisimal palm, thorn pierced and tender. ” Poet
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Peeped through drapes after domino dreams
debris falling from dim dubious sky
beautiful strelitzias covered in muck
glass, tin, twigs, paper decomposing
clouds calibrating stormy moment
Sleepy mind calculating a conclusion
"...end of Earth ! What am I to do !"
journals she wrapped in crystalline tears
brewing cappuccino with cheesy croissant
no breakfast in hydrangea heaven, for sure !
Conscience heralds : "Reach for no tasty morsel
seek instead stories standing in good stead
heading to abiding couch in blissful Dome
no secrets behold ~ Seize this Moment !"
Hastened to mirror asking demurely : "Tell me :
Is my crown glinting luminous or in lull ?"
mirror replied that skull holds grey matter !
then zooming arrived a Bright Yellow Truck
to clear storm's mess, a Carpe Diem zest…
Seize momentary cappuccino. Debris gone !
A special place was made for the old red Mack
Right out front of the house with its shiny stack
It earned this space
It paid for this place
Forty years from Ohio to the east and back
red F-150
fancy double cab
huge V10 engine
ebony windows
air conditioning
keyless entry
power door locks
heated mirrors
good for hauling
muddying
off roading
traveling
climbing
racing
truck
You think you’re pretty clever
I didn’t fall off the truck yesterday
No, not your average turnip
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
When I'm cruising down the street,
I'm not boozing while I eat!
I don't waste my time on luck,
I put my faith in my truck!
Thru sleet and snowy weather,
Our thirty years together,
Outlasted all the others,
All my truck driving Brothers!
But nothing could be finer,
Parked near a local diner,
Than a truck driving Sister...
That's a "Truck Driver" Mister!
we need a truck I tell my man
dumpster, shovel, and garbage can
to haul what? he asks suspiciously
proof positive that he knows me
I like to haul, it is what I do
tossing debris like one old left shoe
annually throwing away mood stamps out my brain
better bring a huge dump truck and maybe a crane
If there’s a dump truck and a car,
Car’s sure at greater risk by far.
A soldier thick headed
Who cannot think ahead,
To whom boundaries and borders bar,
Thinks, let Pak be the truck,
Let India’s car get struck,
So thought a general-five-star
To whom stars were gifted
For getting defeated--
How low things in that country are.
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Happenings |43.08.2025| allusion, car, humour
Note: Pakistan’s Field Martial unwittingly called India a shining Mercedes and Pakistan a dump truck. He was of course heavily trolled in his country and all over the world. How he gave India, a rival, such a compliment? This limerick guesses on his possible thick-headed reasoning.
Truck
TRUCK
haul things
powerful
before age sixteen
learned to drive on a farm
I thought I was really cool
“my truck is a tool not a toy”
Consider the man in the street if you will
what's he doing there standing stock-still
maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road
and half-way over with nothing better to do
only slowed to admire the view
perhaps he's pushing his luck
for remaining stationary no doubt about it
he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck
let's hope it's not so as hearing them coming
the man in the street beats a hasty retreat
making hay he hits the ground running
and his narrow escape's a clean getaway
to dawdle or dilly-dally down all his days
Daddy drove a truck
I'm a trucker's son
I'll be driving eighteen wheelers
'til my trucking days are done
Momma lives for trucks
looking good under the hood
born in a cab
I have trucking in the blood
and it takes air brakes truck stops
weigh stations too
pedal to the metal
coming on through
fired up wired up shifting gears
running on caffeine
it's music to my ears
I have a yearning
to hear those engines burning
rolling down the road
to the sound of wheels turning
hit the highway as day's dawning
I love the smell of diesel in the morning
My dog dug a hole large enough to push my husband’s F-150 into.
How do you know?
Because Poochie pushed Richie’s truck in there.
At least he apologized, right?
He is a golden.
I think they have manners.
Not yet.
He disappeared on Wednesday
The day after it happened.
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