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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Rodrigues Avatar
August 3, 2023 at 7:44 AM
Funny one, John! The past and the present intertwined…turnips and pop farts (I mean tarts) ;)
Lane Avatar
August 3, 2023 at 7:12 AM
I'm seeing a twinge of Jan's poopy poetry sprinkled here and there, John. Not all of the things we had to do in the old days were good ones, but your couplets certainly are.
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