My parents had the radio,
Or records to make music flow.
We took those records, made them twirl,
Dance parties for the boys and girls.
Things morphed as good things always do,
And new devices gave us tunes,
At first, the reel-to-reel was king,
And then we started cassette-ing.
A little bend to 8-track land,
A little tricky, but so grand,
From there the CD was so nice,
But only if you paid the price.
Then flash-drives, light and Wow! the size,
Small without, with big insides,
We’d moved from music in a case,
To music taking little space.
Our music now is 1, 2, 3,
“Alexa, play this song for me!”
And streaming service by the score,
With iTunes, Spotify and more.
Imagine it and there you are,
With show tunes blaring from the car,
Or streamed from phones right to your ear,
The songs you love from far. To near.
Convenience is what we love,
Subscribe and get some tunes thereof,
But something I’d just love to see...?
You sort an 8-track out for me.
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| Photo Credit: Karen of bakinginatornado.com |
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With gentle thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So Karen, Charlotte, Mimi, me
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Thinking of joining us for Poetry Monday?
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Puns (November 8)
