Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Avenge Genuine Ramble for 3WW

When we were dating,
my husband had a 1957 Rambler.
All our friends were envious
because the back of the front seat

reclined to meet the back seat.
It wasn’t a genuine bed
but, we were teenagers,
and it was the next best thing.

And, honestly, I’m too tired
tonight to write anything decent.
This poem is going nowhere
unlike us when we’d go parking.

P.S. There is no way
I’m going to get avenge in here!
Hope the rest of you
Are doing better than me.

13 comments:

SweetTalkingGuy.. said...

Linda, I love the honesty here, you've nonetheless got some great images here, the 1957 Rambler, I bet no one else mentions that!
And I love the idea of your non genuine bed!
Finally, that's a cool way to slot 'avenge' in too!

impudence said...

hehehe. anything will do when you're a teenager. :) and the tone of surrender made me giggle.

pia said...

I loved the 57 Rambler also and the entire tone. It was fun

floreta said...

clever use of ramble! sounds like a GREAT memory! ;)

Giggles said...

Big hugs for Linda! I hear ya hun!

Tumblewords: said...

Cool! I think I remember those days.

Angel said...

At least it was a nice walk down memory lane.

Pretty Me!! said...

u r a romantic one to the core !! love the feeling your writes leave behind !!

Fledgling Poet said...

Your clever sense of humor made this a complete success...loved it! :~)

anthonynorth said...

Oh, I love romance :-)

ThomG said...

Yes, the sense of humor worked. We all have those days when the muse is off somewhere, but you've managed to do something wonderful here.

Richard Wells said...

Well, for what it is, it is, but I was so hoping I'd get a tale of teenage fumbling with the added ingredient of some kind of vengeance. Remember those urban myths...?

Sepiru Chris said...

I was hoping for vengeance too, like Richard, though I quite liked the first three stanzas.

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