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Hello Everyone, it’s Day 10 of Napowrimo! Back in the swing of poetry after getting stuck on other things.

The prompt today is to write a poem based on an old headline. Here it goes!

Young Pheasants Ashamed of their Dowdy Old Hen Mother 

So much squawking 
from my little ones

they say, your clothes are yesterday’s 
styles faded and frayed 

no one calls 60’s music hiphop 
anymore, please don’t pretend to dance

when my friends come
stay in the back room 

it’s ok to eat cheese nachos
every once and a while

those sports leggings are mine
they don’t make you look slimmer 

you will stretch them
take them off 

and stop dyeing your hair
everyone knows you are old.

Oh my little chickadees, the wrong worm
got into you in those flashy shoes

my time grooved, we held bumper parties
and talked to each other 

I am an influencer, wearing tennis shoes to work
jogging through the neighborhood 

recycling and cutting out coupons 
marching on DC so you didn’t have to 

all of you running in circles on your phones
talking in messages, heads bent all the time

you stand up now, claim 
your rights to future gray hair.