Sobriety Limericks Part 4
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I'm happy someone has not quizzed
Me on what Jean Nate`even IS!
If you don't know, try google
Asking me would be futile.
(Hint: Think of the era of "Ms.")
And if you don't know Ms. Zine,
Then maybe just I alone pine
Or perhaps call me "square."
I loved ironing hair.
When Ed Sullivan helped me unwind.
Me on what Jean Nate`even IS!
If you don't know, try google
Asking me would be futile.
(Hint: Think of the era of "Ms.")
And if you don't know Ms. Zine,
Then maybe just I alone pine
Or perhaps call me "square."
I loved ironing hair.
When Ed Sullivan helped me unwind.
In the 80s us young girls had Petit Nate. Hehehe.
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Join Date: Feb 2012
Location: East Coast, The States
Posts: 12,162
By the way I had no weird Uncle
Who gave us gifts dysfunctional.
But I did do sand art
Knew times tables by heart
And loved watching: Man from U.N.C.L.E.
A milkman came right to our home.
Our cameras filled with kodachrome.
Our parents all smoked
Glass bottles held coke.
And "Beat" was the name of our poems.
To get somewhere you used your thumb.
There were comics that wrapped up our gum.
When Elvis came on TV
We were forbidden to see
And "Wipeout" was played on a drum.
We ate all our meals all together.
And walked to school in any weather.
There were laws not to loiter.
All our jeans we embroidered.
Our keychains embossed in soft leather.
Our pencils topped off with troll heads.
All the paints on our walls contained lead.
There were rabbit feet charms.
And cooperative farms
On the news we saw leaders shot dead.
We tie-dyed our tee shirts ourselves.
We wore shirts that then were called "shells".
Halter tops seemed not odd.
For I longed to be "mod"
But whether I was, I can't tell!
Who gave us gifts dysfunctional.
But I did do sand art
Knew times tables by heart
And loved watching: Man from U.N.C.L.E.
A milkman came right to our home.
Our cameras filled with kodachrome.
Our parents all smoked
Glass bottles held coke.
And "Beat" was the name of our poems.
To get somewhere you used your thumb.
There were comics that wrapped up our gum.
When Elvis came on TV
We were forbidden to see
And "Wipeout" was played on a drum.
We ate all our meals all together.
And walked to school in any weather.
There were laws not to loiter.
All our jeans we embroidered.
Our keychains embossed in soft leather.
Our pencils topped off with troll heads.
All the paints on our walls contained lead.
There were rabbit feet charms.
And cooperative farms
On the news we saw leaders shot dead.
We tie-dyed our tee shirts ourselves.
We wore shirts that then were called "shells".
Halter tops seemed not odd.
For I longed to be "mod"
But whether I was, I can't tell!
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