Crooners - Poem by gershon hepner
Listening to crooners as they sang
their sentimental lyrics,1940
to ’60, with a whimper and no bang,
made one feel the world was never naughty.
Their music now returns and makes us happy,
and though it’s strange, the lyrics are endurin’,
recalling times when we were pampered with a nappy,
like warmth that comforted like our own urine.
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