Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose (National Museum Of African American History And Culture)

I didn’t know that it happened that way-

Because it was not shown or talked about in the day.

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I didn’t know about all the good and the bad that had been done-

Because it wasn’t mentioned, it was hidden, it was buried, from the sun.

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But now I see that it has finally begun to come to light-

With many more details that will come into sight.

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No more room to make-up lies to make some feel better-

For we are looking for the truth, down to the last letter.

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I didn’t know that it happened that way-

Because it was not shown or talked about in the day.

-2016-

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Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose: The Oil Spill

The Gulf Coast oil spill through my eyes.

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Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 378 (No Dial Tone)

Once upon a time there was no dial tone-
There was in fact, no type of phone.
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One had to write or go next door-
If any exchange of words, were in store.
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Or holler, or perhaps talk, over the fence-
Of course, things have changed, to the tune
of immense.
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We finally got the phone, where the operator
would blast our personal business all over
town-
And then to the party line, where many callers,
at once, could be found.
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And then we went single line-
Leading to the mobile, that led to the
continuing twittering, of what is on one’s
mind.
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Once upon a time there was no dial tone-
There was in fact, no type of phone.

-2013-

Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 521 (Generational Soap)

I used to have to cope-
With my grandmother
watching her soap.
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It was at the same time
everyday-
And, believe me, nothing
ever got in the way.
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Monday through Friday, is
how it went-
Supposedly, it was time
well spent.
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On Fridays, was the day to
endure-
The climax, of the week,
it was much torture.
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Couldn’t wait til Monday,
to come about-
To get back, to the story,
to get back, on route.
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And, as I got older, I did the
same-
Keeping up with the soap opera
game.
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All the characters came to be-
A part of my beloved family.
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Another generation came along-
And, took the subject, on strong.
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My daughter, has a special rule-
Don’t interfere with the soap
opera schedule.
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But, alas, some of them are dying
out-
Leaving many folks, sad, is what
this is all about.
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A generation of doing the very same
thing-
In this case, in the future, may no
longer have the same ring.
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I used to have to cope-
With my grandmother
watching her soap.
-2011-