When I was young in yesteryear
Involved in pulling birds
We got our kicks from drinking beer
In pints, not halves or thirds
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Stephen, the memories and laughs were all remembered as I read this through my days were of flower power a few years before you. Another GEM my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us. All the best David
Ah yes my friend, those were the days Those days so long ago. We never thought that they would end, and now we miss them so. It's more than just the things we've done. It was the time when we were young. Looking back it all seems fun. Life was an easy fix. But looking back at it today we have to have a laugh and say, 'I can't believe we dressed that way' as we review the pix! !
Brilliant Steve, brought back a lot of memories for me too, those were the days....my friend lol 10 Lynda x
I usually don't take the time to read long poems on Poem Hunter, but this one had me hooked. Very convincing; this poem made me smile, and, as a young man approaching the age where I have to start acting responsibly, I can identify with this poem, even though I hadn't even been born in the 1970s.
Sorry stephen stirk, but this is a 10/10. but look on the bright side. its not 11. Too good for that. nostalgia, humour, its all been said.
Absolutely priceless, Steve! Oh, what memories this one brings back. My dad always said if you live long enough, everything comes back around, like his pleated pants! He was right - he never threw anything away, and was always in style. I love the simple, carefree feel of this piece, and what a glorious ride for the imagination. I think back to that time, and I know there's a bit of the 'hippy chic' in me still. A wonderfully fun read - thanks! Linda : -) : -)
This is brilliant Stephen, you are certainly PH's top humourist. Best wishes, Andrew
LOL. Hilarious and nostalgic at the same time. Very nice Stephen.
I remember young mums in mini skirts, bending over prams not that i looked, for any lenght of time, but OH! the traffic jams the Dusty Springfield hair doo's, the little cotton socks a Jonny pine, that went down fine, your on the starting blocks
A lighthearted and very well written foray into a wild and woolly past, with just the right amount of angst. I read the 'message' behind your lines. Our teenage excesses seem so naive now, and yet at the time, how we shocked our parents! Let's face it, we had the pill and the freedom of 'wheels' did we not? Interesting how the generational wheel continues to turn, irrespective of dates and centuries. Your final couplet rounds off the piece rather cleverly. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A flashback poem that had me smiling. Thanks for sharing! Hugs! CC
Fantastic Steve - - was with you all the way - - and agree with every word.... great write and a pen-picture to beat em all...... those were the days my friend - - we thought they'd never end - - remember? 10 + + + Fay
LOL Steve, another funny rendition of life past and present. And true to life as always. You never fail my friend, anytime i need a dose of laughter medicine, youre the guy to come read. :) Thank you ever so much for sharing your talent with us.
What fun! I smiled all the way through, especially the bit about the girls with beer guts. What is that all about? When we were young we used to camouflage the dodgy bits, but now they're paraded as a trophy! One day I might try and write something about what winklepickers did to my feet....
This fantastic poem swings along with all the flair of a pair of seventies jeans! Superb! S ;)
awesome poem. wonderful flashback. fine to go through. I give it a 10
Hilarious! But even though your best years are behind you, don't go letting yourself feel youthless! -chuck