The Generation Gap

The Generation Gap Dad: Have some food now-I love this scone- I’ve been meaning to ask you-how’s your phone? Mine’s great for dealing with business work And all those stuff that you just can’t shirk. Son: Wait a sec-I’ll just take a shot Of my scone and soup, all piping hot And upload it by phone to Facebook now. What were you saying? I liked what? How? Dad: I was asking you how you liked my gift And if it was enough when I worked an extra shift. Plus, your food is for eating, son, you see, Not targets for you in a photo-taking spree. Son: All my online friends do this, dear dad. It’s just one of us teenagers’ fads. You don’t have time for me as it is; At the very least, let me do this. Dad: What is it you’re buying online, my son, That may cost two thousand? My, what a sum! Is what I’m seeing right? Are those just clothes? What you’ll buy with my money next, God knows! Son: You won’t understand, dad, that clothes are the fashion And delving for the hottest ones is every teen’s passion. How am I otherwise gonna use up my cash? It’s either getting the latest stuff, or looking like trash. Dad: Every dollar is a dollar worth- In my days, to own one was of greatest mirth. You should learn to save instead of spend- I don’t care if it’s the latest trend. Son: I told you you wouldn’t understand; I have to do this to stay with my friends. And please would you turn the Bee Gees down? They aren’t exactly hottest in town. Dad: The times have changed since I was young And strange thoughts and actions have sprung The children have overpoweringly shocking ways- I have nothing more to say. Son: The past was so dreadfully boring That to think of it gets me to snoring. The world must have been of black, white and gray- I have nothing more to say.