Bell Bottom Blues Poem by Paul Warren

There will be bell bottoms at the nursing home with me grinin'
And 'Play that funky music white boy' will be spinin'

With body shirts clinging to a hairy chest
Gold necklace that bobs and jiggles at its best

As I strut my stuff going to meal time
Seeing all the cool ladies in their midi skirts so fine

And when I dig it in the sun, man will I be fun
Chrome sunglasses with big lenses will be the one

You see the 70's was where it was at
And ya see straight away I'm going back.

© Paul Warren Poetry