Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Mischief In the Fifties

Wads of Bazooka Joe under my seat
     cigarette smoke in the john

   Butting in line for some 'mystery meat'
     giggling at boys with a 'hard-on'

   This was the kind of mischief we made ~
     before handguns replaced baseball card trades

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L Milton Hankins September 19, 2022 at 12:35 PM Yep...sounds very familiar, gw. "Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end." But, alas, they did! Gershon Wolf September 19, 2022 at 7:35 PM Well, those days still here with me - in photographs and poetry! :) gw

Michael Tor September 19, 2022 at 11:59 AM Lol Gershon you never know what your going to get when you open a box of chocolates: Forest Gump your no different my friend lol... Gershon Wolf September 19, 2022 at 7:33 PM My favorite was thumbtacks on the teacher's chair. Ouch!