{"id":14194,"date":"2017-05-01T17:45:45","date_gmt":"2017-05-01T21:45:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/?p=14194"},"modified":"2017-05-01T17:45:45","modified_gmt":"2017-05-01T21:45:45","slug":"the-ugly-truckling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/2017\/05\/poetry-in-motion\/the-ugly-truckling\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ugly Truckling"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"MayPoem1\"<\/a>Who doesn\u2019t love a nice-looking rig? There are plenty of them out there. Some people argue that a fancy rig won\u2019t make you any more money, and some people argue that they actually do! But, what about ugly rigs? I don\u2019t mean the cookie-cutter plain-Jane fleet truck kind of ugly \u2013 I mean the old and greasy, tattered and scary, weather-beaten type of rigs that still jar the spines of their stubborn, independent, gear-wrenching owners. Do they deserve any love? I argue, yes. They have earned their stripes. They may not be as gorgeous as they once were, and they are clearly older than their intended replacements, but with a little extra care and time, they still get the job done (still referring to the trucks, not necessarily the owners). Trucks used to be built to last and drivers were up to the task \u2013 they recognized the value of proper maintenance. \u201cTreat \u2018er right, and she\u2019ll treat you right\u201d is a not-so-common phrase anymore. Unfortunately, it seems that trucks are not built to last, even with the best maintenance, these days. This poem is for the good old stubborn ugly trucks that keep on truckin\u2019 and just won\u2019t quit. The ones that scare old ladies and set off car alarms in town. The ones with greasy hubs, rusty stacks, leaky fuel caps and the smell of hot oil. The kind of weather-beaten trucks with a face that only a truck-nut could love. This one is for the Ugly Truckling. It is intended to be from a driver to his truck, but if you read it again, it also works the other way, too! Enjoy!!<\/p>\n

UGLY TRUCKLING<\/strong>
\n By Trevor Hardwick<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"MayPoem2\"<\/a><\/strong>You\u2019re loud and long, and ain\u2019t that perty,
\nYou take up space, and you make things dirty.
\nYou\u2019re too dang big, and you\u2019re cold and stiff,
\nMost people snicker, when they catch a whiff.<\/p>\n

You won\u2019t do nuthin\u2019, unless I turn you on,
\nI get things goin\u2019, and you\u2019re up and gone.
\nYou ain\u2019t what momma calls, \u201cmild and meek,\u201d
\nYou only get a bath, about once a week.<\/p>\n

You\u2019ve got them blisters, and a weathered face,
\nYou move a bit slower, than an old snail\u2019s pace.
\nBut that don\u2019t matter, cuz\u2019 I love you so,
\nAnd I\u2019ll stick with ya\u2019, anywhere you go.<\/p>\n

When I start thinkin\u2019, you\u2019re about to croak,
\nI keep on pushin\u2019, while you\u2019re blowin\u2019 smoke.
\nYou\u2019re so dang big, you\u2019ve got two rear-ends,
\nAnd you ain\u2019t worried, \u2018bout makin\u2019 friends.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re old and wrinkled, and you look like Hell,
\nAnd don\u2019t get me started, on the way you smell.
\nYou\u2019re stubborn in the morn’, when out all night,
\nPeople start to thinkin\u2019, I don\u2019t treat you right.<\/p>\n

You don\u2019t seem to care, where you take a leak,
\nYou\u2019re slimy and shaky, and your shoes all squeak.
\nThat\u2019s what people talk about, when you pass by,
\nTo love a thing like that, it takes a special guy.<\/p>\n

But all these years together, and we\u2019re still right here,
\nNeither one of us, should ever face a mirror.
\nLittle Ugly Truckling, how I love you so,
\nNow please just fire-up, so we can finally go!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Who doesn\u2019t love a nice-looking rig? There are plenty of them out there. Some people argue that a fancy rig won\u2019t make you any more money, and some people argue that they actually do! But, what about ugly rigs? I don\u2019t mean the cookie-cutter plain-Jane fleet truck kind of ugly \u2013 I mean the old<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":14195,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-14194","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-poetry-in-motion"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14194","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14194"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14194\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14197,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14194\/revisions\/14197"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/14195"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14194"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14194"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14194"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}