Long Ago and Far Away

[Granny Smith]

I was cleaning up the kitchen when this poem started nagging me, so I looked it up. I thought you might enjoy it, too~

Long Ago & Far Away

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.

For Ike was in the White House in that land where we were born,
Where Navels were oranges abd 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 and 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 Franky Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice,
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice,

We didn't have a Star Trsk Five, or Psycho Two or Three,
Or Rocky-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 though 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,

Beatles lived in gardens then, and Monkees lived in trees,
Madonna was a virgin 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,

Hardware was a box of nails, and bytes came from a flea,
Rocket Ships were fiction in the Land That Made Me-Me,

Buicks came with portholes, and side shows came with freaks,
Bathing suits came big enough to cover both your cheeks,

Coke came just in bottles, and skirts below 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 had no patterned pantyhose or Lipton herbal tea,

There were no golden arches, no Perrier to chill,
And fish were not called Wands, and cats were not called Bill,

Middle age was 35 and old was forty-three,
And accidents were 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,

They send us invitations to join AARP,
We've come a long way, baby, from the Land That Made Me-Me,

And we tell our children's children, of the way it use to be,
Long ago and far away in the Land That Made Me-me,