Funkadelic Fantasy Gala Fund-raiser—1970s on display $135 a plate, we’re invited for free batik, bell bottoms, wigs everywhere bald men sporting blond ponytails others with hair dyed blue, fake peace sign tattoos When bidding starts, my eyes as wide as a 5-year-old’s surprise good grief I can’t afford a starting bid, fret over needing new shoes Auctioneer’s patter bidding paddles raised here, there everywhere— item after item bringing in $3,500, $5,000, more Money sprouts on some trees but not on mine That’s just fine
What a hoot! That’s the 60’s/70’s for you. Ah, we were young/er
MUCH young/er....
Hat a fun poem -
What a fun poem - and a delightful photograph!
Thanks! Fun to write, too.