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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.
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