Cute young thing,/
her daddy driving/
their white minivan,/
puts her hands/
out the window/
as we go/
wind surfing,/
smiling,/
with me,/
rocking Queen./
My first freeway dance.
Tag Archives: convertible
Proud Cheesehead Wearer: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It’s always more fun/
to wear my Cheesehead proudly/
after a great game.
Highway 89 Road Sign: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
If fines are imposed/
for uncovered loads, must I/
raise up my ragtop?
Late Night Rockin’ Round And Round A Round-About: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Driving home late night,/
I zoom ’round a round-about/
twice, fast, rockin’ “YEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”
Topless In The Walmart Parking Lot: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
I can sit/
in the Walmart/
parking lot,
top down rockin’,/
and make people happy.
Slow Freeway Traffic Bennies: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Slow freeway traffic/
in my ragtop means I can/
watch sun- and moon-set.
Arizona-Bound Ragtop: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku
The car with no back/
window wants to go somewhere/
where it doesn’t snow.
New Topless Driving Trick: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
I learned a brand-new/
topless driving trick: Semi-/
truck shadow puppets!
Becoming As Little Children: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku
We threw milkweed pods/
and our hands in the air, and/
laughed like kids. They are.
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How this haiku happened: Someone posted a Meme saying: “You’re never childless, when you have a Husband”. I responded:
“This was offensive to me… until I started to look at it in a positive light.
Yes, I do act like a child sometimes. Maybe often.
This morning I turned off the bathroom lights and took a shower in the dark to the light of the setting full moon.
Yesterday my great-nephew and niece and I “put our hands in the air” and danced driving in my convertible all the way through town.
I bring home the bacon and am responsible (I have a mortgage that’s nearly paid off), but have a child-like glee in life. I’m kind, tender-hearted, and like to make jokes and have fun.
I’ll play in the sand with Tonka trucks, and stop to look at a bug on a sunflower.
Yesterday I showed these kids about milkweed pods, and as we drove away, we threw parachutes to the sky and giggled when they swirled around our heads in the wind vortex my ragtop-down created.
“For such is the Kingdom of Heaven”, Jesus said.
Maybe that’s not a bad thing.
Ragtop Versus Ragtop Rage: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Rant
You should have your top/
down and your small child in the/
back seat of your car!