Thread: the Official CHR joke page duel

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A POEM TO WHICH WE CAN RELATE:

I remember the corned beef of my childhood,

And the bread that we cut with a knife,

When the Children helped with the housework,

And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,

And the bread was so crusty and hot,

The Children were seldom unhappy,

And the Wife was content with her lot.


I remember the milk from the bottle,

With the yummy cream on the top,

Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from a freezer; or shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,

They didn't need money for kicks,

Just a game with their friends in the road,

And sometimes the Saturday flicks.



I remember the shop on the corner,

Where biscuits for pennies were sold

Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?

Or is it....I'm just getting Old?

Bathing was done in a wash tub,

With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending

As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.



I remember the slap on my backside,

And the taste of soap if I swore

Anorexia and diets weren't heard of

And we hadn't much choice what we wore.



Do you think that bruised our ego?

Or our initiative was destroyed?

We ate what was put on the table

And I think life was better enjoyed.

I was visiting my son and daughter-in-law last week

when I asked if I could please borrow a newspaper.


"This is the 21st century, old fart," my son said.

"We don't waste money on newspapers anymore.

Here, you can borrow my iPad."

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I tell ya, that bloody fly never knew what hit it...........!