A mainly humorous poem about old photographs with a poignant ending. |
To avoid unintentionally offending non-Brits, in British slang a fag is another term for cigarette. Old photographs Old photographs are a bunch of laughs. The clothes, the hair, the vacant stare; No rhyme or reason for wearing each season Of fashion. The family picnics that made you sick; The boat trip, where you felt rather hip And trendy in your platform shoes, With highwayman jacket and bottle of booze [Dad]. Old hag with a bag, smoking a fag*; (Oh, wait, that’s me granny!) Disco Dave, medallion man, Complete with chest wig and fake orange tan. To me, he’s always been Uncle David; If he knew I had this he’d be livid! The next batch looks distinctly Eighties; The decade which I consider the worst For music and fashion. I must have been cursed To grow up through that mess! It makes me depressed; But I have digressed, On to the next… Now, this next character Looks vaguely familiar; A podgy-faced bloater With Chris Evans** specs… Wait a second… No! It cannot be!! That’s not me!!! (Yes, it’s me) As the disturbing image leaves me perplexed; What was I thinking? [Chris Evans specs…] Photo memorabilia is common to all; Nostalgia on celluloid, short, long and tall. The good, the bad, the happy, the sad; All kinds were taken, mainly by Dad. Down through the ages the photographs speak Of days gone by; some happy, some bleak, But memories all the same. To be passed on to our future clan; A record for every child, woman and man That are accepted of worth - By law or by birth - Of our proud family name! Appendage *Fag – British slang for cigarette. **Chris Evans –Radio DJ/ TV Presenter in UK who wears thick rimmed rectangular glasses. |