When I was but a lonely child
And all my friends were running wild
I'd sit for hours in front of our old
Black and white.
Skelton, Gleason, Lucy too
Talent that always ran so true
I'd sit and laugh until my sides
Would almost burst.
Ed Sullivan always brought a smile
Each week a new group would go on trial
From England or our own U S of A.
I thought those days were gone
No laughter no new song
Until one night I sat at my own laptop.
A whole new world I did discover
Something wonderful I did uncover
Videos from those wonderful bygone days.
All my old friends were waiting there
Sullivan, Beatles, even Fred Astair
Just waiting for me to have a look.
Now, it's not an old black and white
Not even color sets do entice
I spend my time with my good ole laptop.
Laughing, smiling, crying too
All because a wondrous few
Took the time to discover You Tube.
tiz the old fashioned way of composing
with paper and comfortable pen
longhanded words writ with feeling
as old fashioned habits kick in
I'd like to be on my computer
Alas an impossible place
Some hacker has rendered it useless
A jerk I can't see face to face
There'll come time that it really won't matter
as new situations arise
the fabric of memory will tatter
like forgotten political lies
But back in the day when my temper held sway
I'd be toasting his early demise
By finding a technical way
of whacking a hacker in play
So I'll sit back and wait
for sweet lady Fate
To waltz on his grave in delight
it's sweet consolation
that knowing sensation
his indiscrimination
will step on a nerd redneck's feet
who will take up the cause
to make him hit pause
then control alternate and delete
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