This is what happens when you Google yourself. I found several poems I’d written and submitted to a poetry site years ago. This one is quite silly. See how many car names you recognize.
by Diann L Tongco
As we walked hand in hand
down the fairlane, My lover and I
hearding the firebird sing a song
of love lost and his fair lady.
The little old lady next door,
Miata, looked up from her garden
just as Nash Hudson, the mail man,
handed her a fistful of letters.
The colorful card was from her nephew,
Rebel, all about his travels
braving the wilds of Rambler American
with hundreds of jaguars, cougars,
falcons & other wild spirits.
Miata smiled and waved,
wishing my lover and I luck
as we journey down life’s highway.
That night, my lover Ram,
wrote the most tender sonnet
For me, all about the triumph
he felt when I said yes,
I love you too.
Copyright 1999 and 2012, Diann L. Tongco, All rights reserved