I thought that I would share a sample of my poetry that isn't related to old cars. If people are interested there is quite a bit more.
The first one is about a husband's dilemma when his wife asks him does he like her new haircut - or it could be does he like her new dress - or the wife's dilemma when her husband asks what she thinks of his latest poem. Actually Vivian and I are pretty straight forward and I do have permission to say "no" but possibly not "NO!"
I like to play with different rhyming schemes. This one uses rhyming triplets which is unusual, normally you have rhyming couplets (or quadruplets but they are really two couplets in a row with the same rhyme). It has the effect of making the switch to a new rhyme unexpected and in a way makes the poem seem a bit "jerky". Hopefully that adds to the feeling that the husband, in this instance, is trying to evade the issue.
Darling, Do You Like My New Haircut?
Since it’s a sin to tell a lie
A saying that you oft apply
Then darling can you tell me why ….
You ask me do you like my hair
With a most expectant stare
In answering I must take care ….
Now darling do I have this right
A lie’s OK if coloured white
In which case I think I might ….
Declare that I do love it so
The way the highlights seem to glow
And hope my true thoughts do not show
It seems that if for married bliss
I am forced to lie like this
I wonder what the reason is ….
You ask me this when we both know
That I am forced to respond so
And dare not truly answer, “NO!”
Quite a few of my poems deal with mathematical and / or geometrical themes. Some even teach a little mathematics. This one doesn't do any teaching but I think it's quite amusing in its own way.
Binary
Learning maths was considered cool
When I was young and went to school
A girl who couldn't count to three
Learnt her maths in binary
After all, so she thought
I only need know one and nought
Maths, she said, is much more fun
When it's down to nought and one.
We thought that she would struggle when
We could count a bit past ten
But as our numbers grew and grew
She did it all in powers of two
She said that we really ought
To know that with a little thought
She could write with nought and one
A number more than we had done.
When we reached the century
Too wide her numbers had to be
She simply said (with some pride)
I've turned my maths book on its side
She said it's time that we were taught
To write it out with one and nought
We told her we could write a ton
Using only nought and one!
That girl is sitting next to me
As l type on my PC
I know full well my CPU
Never deals with a two
She always smiles as I'm having fun
My poem stored in nought and one
I know that smile and her thought
That my one rhyme will come to nought.