Slug Bug!
No slugs back!
My little green Volkswagen, Gladys,
sports blooming bright U ROCK plates.
We mind our own business
‘til we see children’s fists hit,
then we cannot help but relate:
“The green ones are hug bugs.” We slow and I shout,
spreading our message, my head hanging out ,
“The green ones are hug bugs. Please spread the word.
Don’t slug for the green ones or haven’t you heard?”
Gladys revs up her engine, and I give them a wave
hoping the next time, their slugging is saved,
for the red ones, the yellow, the orange, and the blue,
but when green ones pass like we pass, real hugging ensues.
Brenda Warren 2012
NaPoWriMo Day 21
I turned to Gladys for inspiration today. She is named for “Glad Us.” 🙂 Most days we are happy together, sporting around our fair city.
After yesterday, I was not sure that anything would come today, and am starting to feel that each arriving piece is a gift. Persistence delivers. Thanks for stopping by.
undercaws 
Don’t slug the green ones… good advice!
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This one’s a gift. Yea, Brenda. I really like the sound of it–fun! Full of smiles.
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I truly love your sense of humour, Brenda. Thanks for the laugh. 🙂
Pamela
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I can just see you now!! Perfect name for her!!
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I love the your ‘bug’ has a name; and I also love that each day you keep coming back with a new poem. I do know it gets hard about now, but hang in there. And thanks for your comment on my blog. Yes, I will be around when YOU retire. (Knock on wood.) See you tomorrow for The Sunday Whirl.
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This elicited a smile and a chuckle as I envisioned you with your head hanging out your car window, instructing, “The green ones are hug bugs.” This poem brought back good memories. We played the “slug-bug” game for years! I have always loved bugs, almost as much as my Jeep!
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