Take me for a ride baby.

Lover’s lament. By C. Ayers Oh, so alluring she was. Her shape, her style, and Just the sexy purring sound she makes draws me closer and closer to her shapely body. How will I ever explain this To my wife. If I’m seen with this Most bewitching Beauty, my wife will Consider Leaving me forContinue reading “Take me for a ride baby.”

A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.

Okie Poetry This sure am not Hollywood Nineteen forty-one was the year Carl, Sr. and his bashful bride Left the parched and dry farm. They arrived in the coast to the west with two Toddlers in tow. Carl, Jr. and Peggy Sue. The four of them fresh off The Route some called 66. One man’sContinue reading “A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.”

The little red signs that made you smile. For at least a mile.

Roadside Poetry (updated) The little red sequential fencepost signs sponsored by Burma Shave cream with clever and whimsical rhymes out on the pre-interstate highways of mid-century America. In her room Tilting a broom Learning nuclear physics Watching on Zoom. BURMA SHAVE There would be four or five one by three-foot signs posted off the highwayContinue reading “The little red signs that made you smile. For at least a mile.”