The clothes that I'll describe, my age I'll surely reveal.
Recalling clothes worn to school back then now seems surreal!
Not to sport the latest fad, you weren't one of the 'ins'.
Your were a social outcast committing beau monde sins!
The gals wore saddle shoes and fancy poodle skirts,
And instead of a blouse, one of dad's old cast-off shirts.
Girls had to take sewing classes in home economics.
The feed-sack outfits they made were fit only for the comics!
Boys wore loathsome knickers or shapeless overalls,
Or squeaky corduroy trousers slinking along the halls.
High-top boots with a knife were worn by lads off the farm.
Nowadays, the knife would cause the principal some alarm!
Girls couldn't wear jeans regardless of weather conditions.
Dresses and itchy stockings were worn to maintain traditions.
Seniors wore corduroy skirts and pants colored gold,
With pithy notes scribbled all over - a sight to behold!
Today, boys wear droopy pants, the seat nigh the ankles.
Girls wear low-slung jeans baring navels that really rankles.
They say they're just expressing their individualities.
(I suppose we did the same, expressing our personalities!)
When i was a wean we got everything free.from first bras to high heel shoes. ma mammy
thought she had the cream of the crop, five braw weans what a jaw drop. dad wasn't
working, money was tight, out came the sewing machine, she peddled all night.we awoke in
the morning new togs to put on, no designer labels but she was dead on. we would fly up the
stairs to try out our gear,kick our brother out the way,and give him a thick ear. Back we
would come, twirl for ma mammy,our pals would say yous'e are really jammy.they pulled at
our clothes looking for a tag,but our clothes you wouldn't find in no mag.