- Illustrated Poetry
- Orange Lady
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Click hereInspired by reading Syndra Lynns’ Orange Glow
whilst giving the Orange Lady a makeover prior to a show.
Oh Allis B Allis B, you’re the best of Allis C’s mighty children,
though well past sixty now you’re still my girl.
I’m intimately well acquainted with your body orange painted,
twenty horsepower, big behind and just a ton.
I pull your crank quite slowly,
turn you over, fire you up.
Protest, misfire, splutter, your engine starts to stutter
and then begins to putter into life.
Your fixed position throttle at nine hundred RPM,
we throb gently in parade around the ground.
I sit behind, astride you, with love and pride I guide you,
adulation, gasps of wonder from the crowd.
Women at the show ignore you, know they’re beaten, can’t compete
with a lady who has seen them off before.
But their menfolk touch you, wistful, with a longing quiet and wishful
and jealous in their reverential awe.
Allis Chalmers Model B 1942.
- COMMENTS
LannaLacealmost 2 years agoExcellent!!... I do have a thing for tractors ...as much as the other soft satin things in life!
duddle146over 17 years agoEven though in a past life I was a John Deere man, It was fun to reminesce. Allis Chalmers were always around. How lovely that someone has written a poem about them. Very enjoyable!
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoVerra, verra nice, Ishtat! VUUUUNDUHFUL!
-- Kate (bennmorland85 -- can't remember the password)
Syndra Lynnabout 19 years agoI love this in so many ways! First of all, my husband hates poetry, but loves tractors. He has never read Orange Glow, but I read this to him and he flipped. Oh, what a riot. He loved it. We both give it a five.
Secondly, and sadly, I knew what you were talking about in the very first line. Side effect of living with a tractor freak, um...fanatic.
Very sensual. In an odd, greasy sort of way.
~Syn
WickedEveabout 19 years agoReminds me of the tractors we have at the yearly fair around here. I like how you brought her to life in this poem.
