Taking Hold Of The Old!

The cat and all of you have sure heard it a time or two. More like a thousand times at least. On it humans seem to feast. A feast of words that is with this old biz. Time to go to school. Isn't that cool?

Happened last year.
Whether thing or gear.
Clothes or act.
Fiction or fact.

No matter the case.
It you must embrace.
So put a smile on your face,
And become an ace.

Wow, that was cool.
You went old school.
I am sure impressed,
With how you dressed.

What a fool.
They went old school.
Didn't they hear,
That it was so last year?

A handy tool.
It was cool.
But it's in the pool,
Of, you guessed it, old school!

Aged some well.
What the hell.
It is so old.
Schooled some bold.

Schooled and aged.
Old's been paged.
And some it comes.
Old school chums.

That's so old school.
You aren't cool.
Who uses chums?
Maybe just rhyming bums?

Typed it seconds ago.
But it's old school you know.
You can't escape that.
You chewed that fat.

No staying whelmed.
Old school is helmed.
When it's no longer new.
Old school is true.

When does something become old school? When it makes one a fool? How does it become school? Was there a school for that handy tool? Is that where it came from? Some school by a chum? Damn, I went old school once more. Chum is so old school at my shore. Do you let old school come to pass? Anything you do that gets old school sass? Maybe I'll ask my old school singing bass. He may answer my little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.