The Generations’ Rhyme
(with apologies to the days of the week)
Greatest were born with grit in their bones,
Raised on rations and rotary phones.
They fought the wars and fixed the land,
With Brylcreem hair and steady hand.
Boomers came next with a rock 'n' roll shout,
Built suburbs wide and tuned Hendrix out.
They bought the house, the car, the boat—
And now they grumble 'bout kids who won’t vote.
Gen X arrived with a Walkman in tow,
Sarcastic, cool, and “whatever” on show.
Latchkey legends with flannel pride,
They saw the Cold War, then it died.
Millennials bloomed with dial-up dreams,
Crushed by debt and startup schemes.
They killed off napkins, malls, and soap—
But still hold tight to avocado hope.
Gen Z scrolled in with memes and flair,
TikTok move on digital air.
They speak in vibes and mental health,
And define success sans the wealth.
Alpha’s still young, but watch this space—
Just out of diaps they'll conquer space.
With AI mates and climate plans,
They might save us from our cruel hands.
(with apologies to the days of the week)
Greatest were born with grit in their bones,
Raised on rations and rotary phones.
They fought the wars and fixed the land,
With Brylcreem hair and steady hand.
Boomers came next with a rock 'n' roll shout,
Built suburbs wide and tuned Hendrix out.
They bought the house, the car, the boat—
And now they grumble 'bout kids who won’t vote.
Gen X arrived with a Walkman in tow,
Sarcastic, cool, and “whatever” on show.
Latchkey legends with flannel pride,
They saw the Cold War, then it died.
Millennials bloomed with dial-up dreams,
Crushed by debt and startup schemes.
They killed off napkins, malls, and soap—
But still hold tight to avocado hope.
Gen Z scrolled in with memes and flair,
TikTok move on digital air.
They speak in vibes and mental health,
And define success sans the wealth.
Alpha’s still young, but watch this space—
Just out of diaps they'll conquer space.
With AI mates and climate plans,
They might save us from our cruel hands.
