A Question for the Ages

[Trace]

I was at a BBQ recently, and as is is want to happen talk turned to secret mens business and the fairer sex. The poem below captures the theme of the conversation. Maybe its a bloke thing...but then maybe not!

Cheers

Trace

A Question for the Ages
I remember back in high school when a man was still a lad
And though we often moaned a bit, schooling weren’t so bad
You had a go at every sport, and played with all your mates
But best of all each day you got to leave those schoolyard gates

Home you’d rush to a glass of milk and your mother’s biggest smile
Straight to the lounge to turn on the box, and switch it to Gilligan’s Isle
The fascination you had for the show, well mum couldn’t understand
It wasn’t the skipper and Gilligan; it was Ginger and MaryAnne

Ahhhh, Ginger and MaryAnne, the subject of much debate
The topic of conversation when you next entered the schoolyard gate
It seems you had to make a choice that would stay with you all your life
Which one would you choose, if it came to the crunch, to take one for a wife?

Now those schoolyard days are distant, no longer to be seen
The skipper and Gilligan and rest of the crew up there on your TV screen
The professor’s best inventions could not make them ever-lasting
All the money of the millionaires could not prevent their passing

There’s no more of Ginger’s slinky dress and sexy, husky voice
None of sweet young MaryAnne , the ultimate alternate choice
No conquests of the TV stars to stroke my young ego
Sadly those boyhood fantasies all ended long ago

As chance would have I recently woke up early in the morn
In the lounge I sank in my favourite chair, so comfortable and worn
I was surfing through the channels as I whiled away the time
When I came across the TODAY show, screening on Channel Nine.

I watched the morning news taking in the day’s headlines
Heard Carl Stefanovic assure me that everything was fine
Then when the ladies took their turn I was clearly set aback
By two visions of loveliness; one blond haired, the other black

Who are these lovely goddesses who visions come my way
Each morning on their TV show, I get to see them each day
I no longer yearn for island folk, their time is now well gone
In my dreams now Georgie Gardner and the lovely Lisa Wilkinson

At the end of the day when I lay down my head they come to visit nightly
One sugar, spice and all things nice, the other feisty slightly
Both beauties sublime, features frozen in time, truly for the ages
Their stories destined to hold pride of place when written in history’s pages

I’m supposed to be an adult now, and my musings may seem lame
But like schoolyard days of long ago, the question’s still the same
For if a man had half a chance to win a lass and please her
Would he take his chance with Georgie? Or would he go for Lisa?

[Maureen K Clifford]

If you had fallen in love with Lassie or Rin Tin Tin you wouldn't be having these problems now Trace

[Rimeriter]

Maureen, it would just be a dog of a time.

[Maureen K Clifford]

Well sometimes life is just a bitch Jim - you know that