Back To the Future

Let’s bring back the GOOD OLD DAYS Grab that washboard and some lye soap Hang those wet clothes on a limp rope Chop some wood, build a fire The kids new swing a worn out tire Park that car up on the front “lawn” ‘cause all the gasoline is gone Wash your dishes in a bucket When ya poop don’t dare to flush it Separate and please recycle returning home on your BI-CYCLE after dark, laundry’s still damp where’s my NEW kerosene lamp I’m setting traps for squirrel and rabbit Meat eating’s such a FILTHY HABIT I read a book, I’m such a scamp Under an incandescent lamp Gotta go, it’s almost sun-up Gotta go and guard my turnips But first I’ll eat my Covid Era Pop Tarts And get arrested for my Methane Gas Farts