In earlier times it seemed to me
I couldn’t wait for the latest to see
A new movie with a twist or story
That would leave you wanting more of its glory
But now as I listen to the latest music fad
Or hear of a movie it makes me quite sad
There is nothing new to be seen
Not even a new story that is crispy clean.
Once there was Star Wars where space was an ace
Or the Beatles who sung with good grace
Better still disaster movies in tragedy rung
And of course a new song that was sweetly sung
Now there is Snoop Dog with terrible rhythms
Or Enimem loudly making faces and hand signs
So I am left with the oldies radio channel
And dreams of Jedi Knights dressed in white flannel.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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