Radio Days
Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
way before the modern malaise,
those family favourite, radio days,
Swinging Blue Jeans, Johnny Ray,
Martha Reeves and Marvin Gaye,
those sentimental songs they played.
Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
without plastic meals from trays,
those salad days of mayonnaise,
with fablon coated, hollandaise,
and chicken roasted, lyonnaise,
experimental honey glaze.
Our old fashioned kitchen ways,
mum singing songs of praise,
inside that gravy, misted haze,
where memories are still replayed,
Cilla Black to Doby Gray,
the soundtrack of our yesterdays.
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