Blind Date! (a poem intended to be a song)A Poem by Ames TracyOne day in high school, I was sitting in US history class and the teacher handed out a worksheet of vocabulary from the Jazz Age. I used them to create silly lyrics for a song/poem.Give a good bronx cheer 'Cuz we're so tired of bein' here You can make a belly laugh To the berries and the darb Or take a fall guy to put on your garb For it's pretty fair to say, That you're blowin' me away! Celebs are all the bee's knees And everyone thinks that they're the big cheese They could wax copasetic But play the gin mill Yet I find it pathetic That we're standin' still So lift your dogs and run 'Cuz now's the time for havin' fun! Blind Date! To bump off the older days Hotsy-totsy sights are of our kind Snub all the high hats, 'cuz tonight We're a part of the upper class scene But there's no need for money, see When hep advice is drippin wet Well, we'd all rather stay dry instead Just let our worries curl, the road unfurl, Tonight, we're on a blind date with the world! Tonight, we're on a blind date with the world! When life's a bit hard-boiled You gotta pass the banana-oil So just push up your cheaters We're watchin' the skies Bring on the cake-eaters The hoofer girls are flashin' their gams, This life's become a lamb! Hop in our jalopy We're on the way to feelin' keen And when everything's jake This time's the main drag We'll stay wide awake 'Cuz it's gonna be alright Underneath the city light! Blind Date! To bump off the older days Hotsy-totsy sights are of our kind Snub all the high hats, 'cuz tonight We're a part of the upper class scene But there's no need for money, see When hep advice is drippin wet Well, we'd all rather stay dry instead Just let our worries curl, the road unfurl, Tonight, we're on a blind date with the world! Tonight, we're on a blind date with the world! ©amyatracy 04/14/2010-2016
© 2016 Ames TracyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAmes TracyAboutHello everyone! My name is Amy and I've been writing since I was in elementary school. When I was young, my mother passed away. Needing a healthy way to handle the grief, I turned to writing poetry. M.. more..Writing
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