Born it was, in the Reagan years, a transport innovation;
The sluggish box most popular
‘Mid the housewives of the nation.
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Waiting in ranks for our regiments –
Like parrots or swarming monkeys –
As we fled scholastic prisonment.
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Laden with bags and boxes, canoe on rooftop tossed,
Upon some holiday voyage –
Delights, in later ages lost.
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A taxi for the hockey team
And sticks and skates and grub to nosh;
What, to the driver, did all those errands seem?
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A steed safe and sturdy, but without pretense;
Choice carriage of suburban moms
Zealous, fretful, yet full of sense.
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How silly now seem the petty fears
That wracked our minds in yonder years;
An era’s symbols: quite mundane,
And yet we’d wish them all come back again.