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There I was in my cowboy boots
Just a leaning up against that car,
A nineteen fifty one Hudson Hornet,
A former winning Indy car!

Metallic blue with silver flakes,
Two carbs underneath her hood.
I won’t forget that my very first car,
With the girl there looked mighty good.

Heads would turn all over town
Whenever I’d go driving by.
Especially when I was gassing up,
A quarter per gallon seemed especially high!

One day at the Little General,
A popular convenience store,
I went inside for peanuts and pop
But forgot to shut my door.

A man was leaning inside my car
When I exited that establishment.
I imagined he liked the interior,
And the dashboard ornaments.

He stood upright and winked at me,
Telling me I had a beauty there.
I thanked him with a prideful smile,
And said “Would you like to see the spare?”

“I’m not speaking about your trunk
You silly little teenage boy.”
“It’s that angel in your front seat,
She’s better than your four wheeled toy!”

After forty one years I miss that car
More than one story could ever tell.
But that angel from my car seat,
Still has me in her loving spell.
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HUDSON HORNET

Contributed by robert_edgar_burns on Monday, 9th January 2012 @ 12:31:53 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



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There I was in my cowboy boots
Just a leaning up against that car,
A nineteen fifty one Hudson Hornet,
A former winning Indy car!

Metallic blue with silver flakes,
Two carbs underneath her hood.
I won’t forget that my very first car,
With the girl there looked mighty good.

Heads would turn all over town
Whenever I’d go driving by.
Especially when I was gassing up,
A quarter per gallon seemed especially high!

One day at the Little General,
A popular convenience store,
I went inside for peanuts and pop
But forgot to shut my door.

A man was leaning inside my car
When I exited that establishment.
I imagined he liked the interior,
And the dashboard ornaments.

He stood upright and winked at me,
Telling me I had a beauty there.
I thanked him with a prideful smile,
And said “Would you like to see the spare?”

“I’m not speaking about your trunk
You silly little teenage boy.”
“It’s that angel in your front seat,
She’s better than your four wheeled toy!”

After forty one years I miss that car
More than one story could ever tell.
But that angel from my car seat,
Still has me in her loving spell.




Copyright © robert_edgar_burns ... [ 2012-01-09 12:31:53]
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Re: HUDSON HORNET (User Rating: 1 )
by girish on Tuesday, 10th January 2012 @ 02:13:32 AM AEST
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nice poem. You had a nice car but more than that you had a very nice lady in your life. Others are jealous of you being possessed.


Re: HUDSON HORNET (User Rating: 1 )
by ever1der on Monday, 16th January 2012 @ 05:07:53 AM AEST
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cute. Nice rhyme and great car ... probably a gas guzzler by today's standards ?




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