Future Culture Shock
If Queen Victoria Were Here Today...
Queen Victoria, proper and staid,
Starched and pressed and trimmed in lace:
It would shock you sorely, I'm afraid,
If you were brought alive today and saw our fashions in your face.
"What has become," (you'd say) "of the social charms?
Does no one today know how to dress--
Going about with bare, tanned arms? And wearing
"What kind of a society
Wears on-purpose wirnkles,
And doesn't even pause for tea,
Or carry a parasol in case of sprinkles!"
"Look here--'supposed-to-fall-down socks!
And next, there's bleached-out hair!"
Victoria dear, climb back in your box:
Today's no place for you to take the air!
© 7-88 C.Elizabeth Carl
©4-2010 C. Elizabeth (Carl) Elias
More by this Author
Waiting for love, you pine; Waiting for joy you sorrow. Waiting ...
This poem reflects the feelings around the birth of a first grandchild. There is only one 'first' of anything in our lives; but the feeling of a first grandchild rivals the emotions of your own first child.
An exploration of the recent trend of police shooting first and asking questions later--too late.
No comments yet.