Humor Poetry posted January 5, 2014

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Quatrains on the good old days.

Guys, Dolls and Memories

by rhymelord

The Dolls worship Venus, the Guys prefer Mars.

The former like jewels, the latter like cars.

But then twixt the two one can still interpose

The Guy(?) with the big diamond studs in his nose.

He dresses in leather and rides a black Harley

With unshaven face and a mouth that's ..well, snarly.

What gender he has is quite hard to conceive:

Whatever he tells me, I'm glad to believe.

I'm a coward by trade and a real one, to boot:

He can dress how he likes and I won't give a hoot,

But I dream of my youth which was much less complex -

It was easy to tell who was what with which sex.

Unless they were poets, the men had short hair

And stood up for ladies to give them their chair:

The girls wore cute dresses and smelled of cologne

And lipstick was red, never black, green or stone.

In skimpy, tight bathers, no tatts could be seen,

Excepting for sailors (you know what I mean),

And nose, lips and tongue were quite free of brass rings

And safety pins, hair clips and suchlike sharp things.

When smooching, as done in the mode of the day,

Not one deadly article got in the way

And wandering hands were all part of the fun,

With no chance of losing a piece of your thumb.

Whatever - things change and I have to accept

These days one just has to be much more adept.

Thank God I grew up in those gentle times when

The Dolls were all Ladies and Guys were all Men.


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