Two Tone

I was young, once, and knew no bounds
and oft went running with the hounds
chasing heirs, blossoms if not there
plucked, without worry or a care.
Met in rhythm of a 2 tone ska
bewitched by sax and bass guitar;
escaping from my ghost town spell
Mantovani could go to hell!
Rocksteady, reggae, punk, new-wave
freedom, freedom, never be a slave!
Checkerboard shirts with Tonic suits
skinny blue jeans and eight-hole boots.
Mom don’t like multicolored mates
so that’s her problem, them’s her hates
Thatcher’s on her wall, she expounds;
so I went running with the hounds.

youthrhyme

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Rowena Velasco

July 27, 2025 at 7:54 PM

This poem’s got such a cool, rebellious vibe—love how it captures youth, music, and that feeling of breaking free from rules and expectations. The references to ska culture and personal defiance really bring it to life!

Terry Miller

July 28, 2025 at 8:34 AM

Thank you Rowena I appreciate your kind comments we were all rebels once, some still are ;-)