To the Moon, Alice…

Memories of past laughs,

Remembering last pasts,

Fun we had when TV was fun,

No cable, no satellite,

One set in the living room,

The neighbors all the same,

No one was outdone…

No computers,

Only the phone for familial communications,

No cell phones nor towers blocking the view,

We drove to our families’ homes to see our relations,

Life seemed then to have a lot less complications…

Comedy was clean,

Humor without, what some call, disgusting language,

Sure I find it funny, and I laugh as well,

But it gets to be boring listening to others thoughts so obscene…

I am no angel; I have done it as well,

Poetry written of orgasmic sex and farts that smell,

Can’t imagine that would in anyway sell,

Better it is for us all to write of Nature, from the beach a shell…

So when you recall the good old days of happy life,

Times when we could do no wrong,

Before we did experience strife,

Remember those times with smiles and song,

Those were the days when humor had a sense of right and wrong…

          © ed ~ 4/9/05