Lava Lamp

My daughter has a lava lamp,
Once given as a gift,
A retro item that, when plugged,
Can give your mood a lift.

The lava lamp was such a fad
That we’d be shocked to know
That future generations
Would find cool that blobby glow.

Its groovy factor didn’t last
But it was guaranteed
To mesmerize a visitor
Who’d smoked a little weed.

Of course, the folks who buy it now
Most likely have no clue
That being in an altered state
Improves that lava view.

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Maurice Rigoler

Date: 11/1/2017 10:26:00 PM

Yes, we had one too! Not my taste at all, but my mother's – tacky as usual. Love the last stanza. As for driving in the rain I avoid it if at all possible. Thanks for stopping by. / M

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 10/30/2017 8:28:00 PM

:-) I wouldn't know!

Jan Allison

Date: 10/30/2017 6:15:00 PM

ha ha ha what wonderful memories that lamp must have given you Ilene:-) I especially love that final stanza ... I remember my parents having a lava lamp as they were all the rage but the only smoking was from my dad's cigarettes!:-) hugs jan xx