Description: Just a quick piece about how my day started when I went to work with my dad & the hood blew off of his 1970 van! Good think Great Spirit watches over us!
Love, Peace, Joy!!!
The Hood -------------------------------------------
Riding down the road in the 70 van
darn hood flys off like the top of a can
All I could say was, "what the hell was that?"
Scared me more than a Halloween cat
Luckily no one was near or behind
The hood wasn't damaged still one of a kind
So that's the story of a bad starting day
This poem is done I've got no more to say
Very lucky, indeed! Every day you hear horror stories about freak accidents that kill and maim people and ruin their lives...refreshing to hear of a time that nothing bad happened...no harm, no foul, and an endearing memory...
HA! Hell of a wakeup call, eh? Happened to me and my ex-bro-in-law in a 78 Cutlass. Luckily the gap left between the bottom of the hood and the engine compartment was enough to peek through. Nice, short and sweet and great imagery. I could imagine the look on both your faces...hee-hee. Glad no one was hurt as well...whew! Talk atcha later and keep smilin'
Feeling evil, so I gave your pome a once over with the homonymic wand. Here's the result:
“Rye ding-dong” ‘s their ode in the 70 van. Darn good fly-soft, lick the spot if you can. Wall-a-kid savours, "Swat the yellow-ass hat!" Scar-eyed memory, then a hollow ink cat. Lack a limo. One wasp near for the find; a wood wasp - it damned still, won off. A kind so fat is the theory; half a bed’s tart in hay. This pome is dun. Hive got gnome ore - touché!