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[aid] => mick
[title] => CONVERTIBLE
[time] => 2018-12-07 02:05:23
[hometext] => A fictional poem.
[bodytext] => I drive a convertible but not by choice.
If I hadn/'/t ducked, I wouldn/'/t be alive for people to hear my voice.
While I was driving my car, the brakes failed and I couldn/'/t stop.
I drove under the side of a tractor-trailer and it ripped off the top.
I/'/ve continued driving even though my car has no brakes.
But I drove off the road and my damn car went in the lake.
I can/'/t afford repairs, I/'/m a shoe salesman and that means I/'/m broke.
I don/'/t need a bath because when I drove in the lake, I got soaked.
A tow truck got my car out of the lake but the bill is so steep.
Do you want to buy my car, I want to get rid of the junk heap.
[comments] => 1
[counter] => 47
[topic] => 7
[informant] => randyjohnson
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CONVERTIBLE
Contributed by
randyjohnson
on
Friday, 7th December 2018 @ 02:05:23 AM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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I drive a convertible but not by choice.
If I hadn/'/t ducked, I wouldn/'/t be alive for people to hear my voice.
While I was driving my car, the brakes failed and I couldn/'/t stop.
I drove under the side of a tractor-trailer and it ripped off the top.
I/'/ve continued driving even though my car has no brakes.
But I drove off the road and my damn car went in the lake.
I can/'/t afford repairs, I/'/m a shoe salesman and that means I/'/m broke.
I don/'/t need a bath because when I drove in the lake, I got soaked.
A tow truck got my car out of the lake but the bill is so steep.
Do you want to buy my car, I want to get rid of the junk heap.
Copyright ©
randyjohnson
... [
2018-12-07 02:05:23] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: CONVERTIBLE
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 7th December 2018 @ 08:19:35 AM AEST (User
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Dear Randy, this is immortal you,
you put someone in the car, selling
shoes, and just getting by, flying through.
I know you drive, and I know a good man
who drove a big truck down a dangerous
route and his large truck went off the side of
a cliff. He was at retirement age, but he still
drove to pay off his betting debt, a big gentleman
and scary to look at, he was a good man,
who took that last job that everyone knew
was dangerous as heck, a road nobody should
ever take a large truck through and his truck
tumbled down, and all his bodies went by
the site, and it affected them big time, because
they loved him quite a lot.
Just so some rich snob could build a big house
in the wood.
You should write a poem entitled, "Just so a rich snob
could build a big house in the wood."
I/'/d like to read such a poem by you someday.
And with our eyes closed, we touch upon, more than
the narrative in a song, we listen for the voice,
is what my mom used to say, hers was a bluebird,
hello
just close your eyes, she would say.
As if you had lived in a different time and you
hear the world differently, vastly differently,
yet them young kids just won/'/t ever seem to
understand exactly why.
oh my mom was so sentimental
I have learned to try and understand
Peace!
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