|Humor Poetry posted January 5, 2014|
Quatrains on the good old days.
Guys, Dolls and Memories
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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