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Joy by name, Joy by nature
 

Albeit that I am in England I have had my fair

Share of American cars amongst which was a

Tasty Chevrolet Caprice, a Dodgy Buick Century

A fantastic Cadillac Brougham, a storming SST

Javelin and a super-duper Ford Galaxie 500

Not necessarily in that order

 

All turned heads and all were passion wagons

In their own right but none could match a little

Firework I met in a bar late one Friday afternoon

A naturally charismatic explosion who could wear

Sackcloth and jute and still take fashion to a new

Level and if you know such a girl you will know

Precisely what I mean and if you are such a girl

Then you will know too the devastating effect

You have on those around you

 

A traffic stopper, a beauty born to please, to

Strut her stuff, to make men dream. A living doll

Who knew exactly where the spotlight was and

Gave it something fabulous to shine on – perfect

Carriage, perfect deportment on a chassis built

In heaven. She had a magical way of approaching

Love, she'd wear a short skirt and say things like

'I thought you'd like to see my legs' knowing full

Well that I loved her legs and loved to see them

As much of as possible as often as possible

 

Everything about her was absolutely perfect and if

I'm going on a bit it's only because I still thrill at the

Very thought of her. My blonde bombshell who loved

To make love without ceremony. No matter what she

Was doing there was always time for love. Wouldn't

Let me do the dishes but she would let me tour the

Contours of her body while she did them. As for the

Dishes, they dried in the heat of the moment

 

She had it all and boy could she fill her shoes, cute

Little dresses, wiggling hems, busty without over doing

It. She moved to music only she could hear and what a

Tempo nothing like it on earth I guess she got it from the

Angels two of whom called unexpectedly at the birth

Of our son...

 

Sad to say, like the cars she's gone now but I'll never

Forget her nor will I forget her favourite car the Galaxie

500 - happened to be my favourite too

Her name? Sorry, my mind was elsewhere – she was

Called Joy
 

©Joseph G Dawson
04/10/2016





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