Kid's Games

When I was a kid, we were really poor
We didn't have much money
But we did a lot of things back then
That you might even think is funny

The only games we had to play
Was the ones that we made up
Like who could catch Granny's false teeth
While blindfolded, with a coffee cup

Then of course, we played whack a mole
Now, this one was a fun game, too
We'd put a piece of bread in the toaster
Then, we'd whack it with one of our shoes

Well, then we played "Unconscience"
Let me tell you what this game's about
We'd see who could hold their breath the longest
Til one of us finally passed out

And everybody knows about cow tipping
But we were too poor to have cattle
So, we'd just tip our neighbor's Volkswagon
And, man, that thing would rattle

And, of course, we also played checkers
But we had to play with rocks
And then, we played a mystery game
Called "Who's been stealing my socks?"

Well, that's the end of my story
And, man, how things have changed
I've tried to tell my kids this story
But they just smile and say I'm strange
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Taylor Avatar
April 4, 2010 at 7:09 AM
Them was the good ole days. Really "okay" on this one.
Roberts Avatar
April 3, 2010 at 5:13 PM
very cute
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