Praise the Lord and curse the Devils br For the toys in Frooty pebbles br Apple Jacks, Scooby snacks br Living room got booby traps br I've just experienced another one of my br fast forward flashbacks ... br Me sitting in breakfast banquets br two and a half decades younger br Sitting on orange fur br facing TV and its contents br BUGS BUNNY taught me English, br TOM taught me that with JERRY br its best to remain friends. br JERRY taught me that its best to remain friends br with Bulldogs and their pups. br Scooby taught me crime pays br for its crimes. br And sometimes, you may make it all the way to one p.m. br And still watch cartoons before the 'cop show' reruns begin. br 'After these messages... we'll be right back' br Used to be my favorite song, til commercials ended br And cartoon shows must go on. br TV played a repeated service; br With Lawrence Fishburn br As 'Cowboy Curtis'. br Beakman taught science on Saturday noons br Ice cream so cold that it bended the spoons br boxes of juicy br All imitation br Shredder and splinter in br Confrontation. br A kid's day br is Saturday br Loveliest day br Smiles towards those days of youth br Where luncheons came with RITZ and fruit br and Shasta sharing, no one staring br Walk-mans, tapes, and double daring. br Leaving my flashback from back in the day... br Back to the Present, br No more 'Two-Scoops' or br Imitation Froot Loops, for me; br I've... become... a parent br Dooooooh! br I return learned and asking: br What ever happened to Saturday morning cartoons? br P.