An ode to Ilse Jeacocks's RAV4

MONDIGWORDING

DIGTER : 1997 TOYOTA RAV

GESKRYF DEUR: ILSE JEACOCKS

Ek is nou groot,
vele meer lood in my potlood.
Met n halfmiljoen in my skoen,
Is die gedig met baie vooruitsig.
Alles moet rym,
uitbasuin, ek is vaartbelyn!

My baas, vanaf haar veertigs ,
amper sestig, het al my kilometres bevestig.
Wat gaan sy nog alles voorentoe kan vertel,
wat is vir ons twee bestel…

Al 20 jaar by haar geskaar.
Geskei, ek het gebly.
Weer getrou, sy’t my gehou…

Sou ek namens haar kon praat,
haar gedagtes soms van haat.
Sy luister CD’s se raad,
hoe kan ek haar ooit in die steek laat!

Oooh al die draaie, op al die land se paaie.
Skilderye gesmous.
Geld verdien, so het ons die land gesien!

Vroeg lui haar wekker, ek dink soms sy raak gekker…
Ek bly getrou, sy moet my hou.
Venter trek, sy luister kerk
Dink seker maar wat in die lewe werk…
Ons ry, ons bly.
Smous, cash in die kous!

Haar man wil vir haar n nuwe kar koop
“ Vrou, die kilometres is opgehoop!”
Sy klou, sy gaan my hou.
So lank, so lekker, sy raak gekker!
Dis net die ouderdomswekker.

Ons het deesdae n nuwe vrag.
Ry nog steeds vroeg in die dag,
n nuwe tuin wat wag.
Braaf pak sy n graaf, elke “tool”,
soms dink ek  sy is n “fool”!
Nee, ons is cool,
sy moet nog geld verdien
want saam haar gaan ek nog baie meer sien!
My voetspore le wyd en syd,
ek is sonder geit, my ingewande het nog byt!
Ons twee loop reg, altyd reg.
Ons kameraadskap is heg,
n miljoen ons weg!

Wat gaan my baas nog voorentoe kan vertel?
Wat is vir ons bestel?

21 Today

AUTHOR : 1997 TOYOTA RAV

WRITTEN BY: ILSE JEACOCKS

The years have gone and the time has flown
Look at me, I am still here, how we’ve grown
21 Today and the road has been long
Head bopping to some ridiculous song

You got me when you were forty
Let’s just say, these days we’re a little less sporty
Now you’re sixty years young
wAnd ours is a tale that needs to be sung

I’ve stuck with you through thick and thin
Our very first ride, I remember that grin
I’ve seen your good days and your bad
Flipping off traffic when you’re flipping mad

The crazy way you speak to yourself when we’re alone
Making all your deep dark secrets known
There is so much that we’ve shared
While your daily affirmations CD blared

Oh the places we’ve been and the corners we’ve turned
In all these years, all the lessons we’ve learned
Just making our way one kilometre at a time
(I still think driving in high-heels should be a crime)

I’ve seen you put in the hard work and the long hours
Remember that time we saw Namaqualand’s flowers?
Just hitting the open road when your marriage broke up
If you listened carefully I say: “Chin up buttercup”

I know your favourite love songs by heart
The Greatest hits, “Oh, take me back to the start...”
From sticky hands to sticky situations
Watching your kids trying to live up to your expectations

When your hubby said it was time to let me go
How happy I was when you firmly said no!
Half a million on the clock and rising
After all we’ve done, nothing is surprising

I can’t say I enjoy your singing all that much
Always humming off-key, if only just a touch
Sometimes, I must admit, you drove me insane
No, I mean your actual driving! Catching that plane...

These days we’ve been taking things nice and slow
Driving miss daisy. (I’m only joking, you know.)
I miss those days we had a full tank and world at our feet
I saw you eat that double cheeseburger, you cheat!

Everything keeps going right, I do love a good jingle
We’ve learnt that eyeliner and dirt roads don’t mingle
What great adventures does our future have in store?
As long as we’re together, here’s to a hundred more.