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Saturday, March 26, 2011

AND THAT WAS THAT
















Whatever happened to hot apple pies
cooling on the window sill,
Norman Rockwell calendars,
and long romantic walks in the park?

And whatever happened to Ozzie and Harriet,
holding hands,
and hula hoops?

Whatever happened to cuddling
on the back porch swing,
men wearing hats,
and...
women without bras?

Whatever happened to pulp fiction,
poodle skirts and Parchesi,
slow dancing,
the strong silent type,
and...
women without bras?

Whatever happened to family picnics,
bouncing the kids upon our knee,
Sundays at grandmas house,
draft card burning,
civil disobedience,
bad acid trips,
wife swapping,
women without bras,
and horizons without limits?

It was a summer's day in 1986--
I remember it well.
I was strolling through the mall,
and being the observant fellow that I am,
I noticed that all the bosoms were unbound,
unfettered,
free to be all they could be--
to jig and joggle,
to wobble and weave,
to bob and bobble,
to bank and roll
with the normal ups and downs
of everyday existence.

Then,
the very next day,
as if by some cosmic signal from
THE GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY

ALL
THE
WOMEN
PUT
THEIR
BRAS
BACK
ON

And that was that.

And a colder wind has blown o'er the land...
but sometimes I still long for the good ol' days
when the nips that nourished a nation
were proudly displayed
through the milk of human kindness
and in the interest of full disclosure--
no fakes, forgeries, or false impressions given.

And I guess I should just forget about the past--
make a clean breast of it,
and end this uplifting tale.

But sometimes I can't help but wonder...

Whatever happened to hot apple pies
cooling on the window sill...
long romantic walks in the park...
and...




27 comments:

  1. Loved the poem, the bras went back on after a few children and age, we found everything fell, fell, fell, and back came the bra... ; )

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  2. LOL. Yeah, what Gigi Ann said.

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  3. wow, 1986, that's the year I went to college...

    sweet memories, beautiful life journey.
    loved the humor on women....

    A++

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  4. Seems quite a number of us are looking back at hot-apple-pie days and walking around without bras.

    Nicely poemed. Thanks for another very good read.

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  5. Oh I so love it. I had forgotten about poodle skirts. I had one! Hula hoop. Tick. Civil disobedience. Tick.

    I still have the porch swing and no bra, but I hate to tell you, at my age, it aint a pretty sight! Hee hee.

    Love your poems so much!!!!!!!!

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  6. Loved the journey back in time... still want to know what happened to the apple pies cooling on the window sill... smiles.

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  7. You at your finest. Told with poignancy and humour. Oh how I miss the things that used to be. Thanks for the memories!

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  8. Hehe! that was wonderfu;!!!!!
    and wemon without bra's! you go with your bad self!;)

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  9. a very clever way to evoke memories tim.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/04/07/frozen-fears/

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  10. your language just resonates, gliding just like a bar on a dance.

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  11. So, what I'm hearing here is that you want bra-less women and apple pie?

    Well, I can't argue with that!

    Nice one, Timoteo!

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  12. You got me thinking, how times have changed, I enjoyed your poem alot

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  13. GIGI ANN & THINGY,
    You have a point there about gravitational pull...in fact, two points.

    SHERRY,
    It's ALWAYS a pretty sight to me! ;)

    LUNAWITCH,
    Thanks for the...er...SUPPORT!


    BUBBA,
    Separately or together, and in that order.

    Thanks to: ANDY, JINGLE, JAMIE, REFLECTIONS, SELMA, FIVELOAF, ARIAN, KODJO DEYNOO, for your comments. I AM a certified bra fitter, so if I can be of any assistance, please let me know.

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  14. haha..nice one.. sounds like that was one fine day..wish I'd been there :)

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  15. Gravity happened. There's nothing worse than droopy boobs. Admittedly, modern bras allow for no shape or nipples. They're formed shapes that your breast sits inside of. So, when you see a woman's bosoms today--they're not hers. They're VS's factory formed shapes with no tip and no personality. Well, I for one miss unpadded ones. Some of us don't mind shining our high beams, but we like the support of a bra-better to shine the headlights into your eyes and not your feet.

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  16. AUTUMNFOREST,
    You have two good points there!

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  17. At least you started off with a long romantic walk...I resumed my bra wearing when I noticed that drooling, knuckle-dragging sorts were following me around looking for a milk shake. Now though it's all about backaches.

    Hope I didn't burst your bubbles. ;_)

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  18. HEDGEWITCH,
    Oh, that was YOU at the mall that day!

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  19. Yeah, well, gravity's a bitch. Just sayin'.

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  20. ha wishing you a clean breast of it...snort...sometimes i pine for the old days, though not all good, but some...

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  21. PATTIKEN,
    I wonder if Sir Isaac Newton ever envisioned this poem.

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  22. what a lovely reminiscent piece and a well captured free-wheeling era.

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  23. I'm thinking you don't miss apple pie quite as much some other things. This was quite good. Vb

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  24. VERSEBENDER,
    You are quite insightful ;)

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  25. __I long for those old times when we were able to watch TV... without -it- forming us.
    __I think, we think less... and allow the
    'imprintation' of that -which we are surrounded by- to become our goals. Subliminimal.
    __The smell of an apple pie just taken from the oven... can never be forgotten.
    __Lovit Timoteo! _m

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