What made me....ME

Discussion in 'Random Ramblings' started by justusnak, Jan 30, 2008.

  1. justusnak

    justusnak Flock Mistress

    What Made Me, Me

    Long ago and far away,
    In a land that time forgot,
    Before the days of Dylan,
    Or the dawn of Camelot.

    There lived a race of innocents,
    And they were you and me,
    Long ago and far away
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    For Ike was in the White House
    In that land where we were born,
    Where navels were for oranges,
    And Peyton Place was porn.

    We learned to gut a muffler,
    We washed our hair at dawn,
    We spread our crinolines to dry
    In circles on the lawn.

    We longed for love & romance,
    And waited for our Prince,
    And Eddie Fisher married Liz,
    And no one's seen him since.

    We danced to 'Little Darlin',
    And Sang to 'Stagger Lee'
    And cried for Buddy Holly
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    Only girls wore earrings then,
    And 3 was one too many,
    And only boys wore flat-top cuts,
    Except for Jean McKinney.

    And only in our wildest dreams
    Did we expect to see
    A boy named George with Lipstick,
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    We fell for Frankie Avalon,
    Annette was oh, so nice,
    And when they made a movie,
    They never made it twice.

    We didn't have a Star Trek Five,
    Or Psycho Two & Three,
    Or Rockey-Rambo Twenty
    In the Land That Made Me Me

    Miss Kitty had a heart of gold,
    And Chester had a limp,
    And Reagan was a Democrat
    Whose co-star was a chimp.

    We had a Mr Wizard,
    But not a Mr T,
    And Oprah couldn't talk yet
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    We had our share of heroes,
    We never thought they'd go,
    At least not Bobby Darin,
    Or Marilyn Monroe.

    For youth was still eternal,
    And life was yet to be,
    And Elvis was forever
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    We'd never seen the rock band
    That was Grateful to be Dead,
    And Airplanes weren't named Jefferson,
    And Zeppelins were not Led.

    And Beatles lived in gardens then,
    And Monkees lived in trees,
    Madonna was a virgin
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    We'd never heard of microwaves,
    Or telephones in cars,
    And babies might be bottle-fed,
    But they weren't grown in jars.

    And pumping iron got wrinkles out,
    And 'gay' meant fancy-free,
    And dorms were never coed
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    We hadn't seen enough of jets
    To talk about the lag,
    And microchips were what was left
    At the bottom of the bag.

    And hardware was a box of nails,
    And bytes came from a flea,
    And rocket ships were fiction
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    Buicks came with portholes,
    And side shows came with freaks,
    And bathing suits came big enough
    To cover both your cheeks.

    And Coke came just in bottles,
    And skirts came to the knee,
    And Castro came to power
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    We had no Crest with Fluoride,
    We had no Hill Street Blues,
    We all wore superstructure bras
    Designed by Howard Hughes.

    We had no patterned pantyhose
    Or Lipton herbal tea
    Or prime-time ads for condoms
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    There were no golden arches,
    No Perrier to chill,
    And fish were not called Wanda,
    And cats were not called Bill.

    And middle-aged was 35
    And old was forty-three,
    And ancient was our parents
    In the Land That Made Me Me.

    But all things have a season,
    Or so we've heard them say,
    And now instead of Maybelline
    We swear by Retin-A.

    And they send us invitations
    To join AARP,
    We've come a long way, baby,
    From the Land That Made Me Me.

    So now we face a brave new world
    In slightly larger jeans,
    And wonder why they're using
    Smaller print in magazines.

    And we tell our children's children
    Of the way it used to be,
    Long ago and far away
    In the Land That Made Me Me
     
  2. unionwirewoman

    unionwirewoman Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Great poem ... too bad I didn't grow up then . I would have loved a world where drugs , violence etc. were not so prevelent . A simpler world where kids obeyed their parents , and people respected each other . [​IMG] [​IMG]
     
  3. speckledhen

    speckledhen Intentional Solitude Premium Member

    Wow, Deb, you're OLD, LOL! [​IMG] J/K! I'm just as old as you are. I lived then, too. I actually got to have a real childhood. That's what's missing today.
     
  4. justusnak

    justusnak Flock Mistress

    I agree Cyn...yup..I AM old...I wish MY kids could have had the childhood we had!
     
  5. humptydumpty

    humptydumpty Out Of The Brooder

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    im pretty young but that poem makes me want to live back then:/
     
  6. BantyChickMom

    BantyChickMom Chillin' With My Peeps

    Sep 25, 2007
    Henderson, NC
    Great poem Deb.

    I'm mid 30's but I feel my childhood was great.

    The thing kids are missing nowadays is the meaning of good ole hard work.

    We had cleanup day every Saturday and I cut the grass when it had to be cut and there was no allowance for it either.....you just did it because it had to be done.

    You didn't talk back simply because you knew better.
    Kids were spanked if they needed it but not abused.

    And really all my parents had to do was give me "THE EYE" and I knew I better stop then.

    We played baseball or roller-bat or simply played "cars" in the dirt or made little frog houses or climbed trees or throwed the frisbee.

    I remember being 9 years old and couldn't even cross the street without mom's permission.

    That was a much simpler life then.

    Things have changed drastically and not all for the better I might add.
     
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