Photo © Al Forbes 2015
The Flying Lady
British maid of distinction
cos that’s how she Rolls
Howie likes his own
made in the U.S. of A.
always pays in cash
Comfort over speed
a true piece of over here
that’s made over there
Shows off to his “friends”
who are just business colleagues
how he’s made it big
He likes to parade
a marque of his character
he’s the one percent
Just another toy
to impress his girlfriends with
before they leave him
When the years have flown
he looks back with true regret
should have had some fun
Since he’s laid to rest
winged lady watches over
his untended grave
This poem was inspired by the photo, provided for Sunday Photo Fiction June 28th 2015, by Al Forbes. I wanted to do something a bit different this time, so I wrote a poem with each verse being a haiku.
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Walk the Self-Talk 
This is wonderful! I love the last verse!
Thanks. Glad you liked it. 😀
“He likes to parade…a marque of his character… he’s the one percent” and the “untended grave” lines were great!
Thanks. It’s the first time I’ve written an extended haiku. 😀
how interesting
Thanks. 😀
This reminded me of the saying that in death, one cannot take what one had in life…or something like that.
That’s right. What’s the use of having a Rolls if you’ve no one to share it with.
Impressive!
DJ
Thanks for your generous comment, DJ. 😀
The extended haiku is an interesting way to respond to the prompt! Great imagery! As they say, you can’t take it with you.
Thanks. I wasn’t sure how it was going to work out, I’m more comfortable writing straight fiction. 😀
OH WOWZA, that is GOOD!
Thanks for your lovely comment. 😀
Most welcome.