teenagers of the fifties
grew up in happy days
poodle-skirted gals
met grease-slicked guys
at the local juke joint
“Baby, buy me a
cheeseburger and malt.
Then we’ll shuffle to
Elvis’ latest greatest hit.”
you only juked me
that you couldn’t dance!
Brian Miller serves quadrillles at the dVerse poets’ pub today. Born at end of the fifties, I remember Elvis and juke boxes. (Image from Pinterest)
a poem in my pocket 
Jul 20, 2021 @ 04:23:56
this is adorable, Lynn. good old days.
Jul 23, 2021 @ 07:15:54
thank you for stopping by!
Jul 29, 2021 @ 02:32:37
always a pleasure.
Jul 15, 2021 @ 13:14:38
I wonder if it was really so happy… sometimes over time on happy days are remembered.
Jul 16, 2021 @ 09:33:59
I wonder too…
Jul 14, 2021 @ 08:34:50
Nice word play, Lynn 🤍
Sincerely,
David
Jul 14, 2021 @ 09:10:42
Appreciate it, David 🙂
Jul 13, 2021 @ 21:30:39
Cute. And so it was.
Jul 13, 2021 @ 15:01:39
You really set the atmosphere in this one between the images and the dialogue bringing it to life.
Jul 13, 2021 @ 15:38:46
Thanks, Mish.
Jul 13, 2021 @ 14:35:17
Such wonderful bouts of nostalgia in this one!! I can picture myself being born in the 50s 😀
Jul 13, 2021 @ 15:23:39
Glad you enjoyed it, Sanaa!
Jul 13, 2021 @ 11:38:11
My motto in the 50’s … rock around the clock!! Circle skirts with starched crinolines! I love your quadrille.
Jul 13, 2021 @ 15:23:07
😀 Thanks, Helen!
Jul 13, 2021 @ 09:37:21
Ha – I want a cheeseburger as well – and sneak back into the 50’s to watch and dance along.. very nice
Jul 13, 2021 @ 15:22:34
Thanks for time-traveling with me, Claudia 🙂