I Was There

(Not me!)

THREE WORD WEDNESDAY
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'buckle.evade.wedge.'

I WAS THERE

I evade impertinent questions regarding my obvious age,

But I have to admit that, in my youth, two things were all the rage!

One was the clinching leather belt, with the buckle on display.

The other was the wedge-heeled sandal; to be worn at work or play.

Some think the nineteen-fifties were as dull as dull can be,

But it seems that I remember them as a time of frivolity.

The terrible War was over, with all its great excesses,

And coupons were no longer needed for buying shoes and dresses.

We were blessed people; at least that's what I felt,

As I pranced about in my wedge-heels and my clinching leather belt!

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BALLET SHOES

It was over sixty years ago that I sat by the fire,

Listening to the radio and hearing my heart's desire;

A serial on Childrens' Hour; it's name was 'Ballet Shoes';

It came on at a special time, just before the news.

I could hardly wait for Sundays; I hated the days between!

For after all, how old was I? An immature sixteen!

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Last night I saw the TV show; I found it very trite,

But good enough to pass an undemanding time at night.

The plot was so predictable, the characters unreal,

And, all in all, it had a very adolescent feel.

Which is fair enough because the tale was aimed at the pre-teens,

At least it seemed that way to me, with the rather maudlin scenes.

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And they didn't play Wolf Ferrari! That was an awful sin.

How I adored his music! It made the show begin!

'Jewels of the Madonna!' Was ever there such a theme;

It could spirit a dumpy girl like me into the perfect dream!

A girl could start out without much and end up with it all!

Cinderella! Sweetheart! You're going to the ball!

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I'd sit there listening , engrossed, there, in the fire-light.

Knowing that, though things weren't too good, it would all turn-out alright.

I believed the story absolutely; it all felt so true!

With the music of Wolf Ferrari there was nothing I couldn't do!

I never made my mark, of course, or entered the promised land.

And isn't it a pity that the tale now seems so bland.

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