Blinkn Winkn and Nod
This looks like Blink’n Wink’n and Nod the old-timer said.
He was a lifelong reader, this guy we call Frankenstein Fred.
I thought it was Wink’n Blink’n and Sod, I said to rile him up.
He rolled his eyes at me and took a sip from his coffee cup.
He knew I was kidding, and that was okay because we are friends.
We are not into the fanciest expensive coffees with the crazy blends.
We are common people who remember faerie tales and radio.
Born in the fifties, we know how to not boast or show.
Blink’n Wink’n and Nod or Wink’n Blink’n and Sod, it matters not.
We have experience knowledge, much which cannot be taught.
We remember things like the Night Before Christmas, and other stuff.
And we gladly share it with young whippersnappers without any fuss.
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