A Poem

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I came across this poem many years ago and thought you might enjoy it.

Remember when hippie
meant big in the hips,
And a trip involved travel
in cars, planes and ships?

When a pot was a vessel
for cooking things in,
And hooked was what grandmother's
rugs might have been?

When fix was a verb that meant
mend or repair,
And be-in meant merely
existing somewhere?

When neat meant well-organized,
tidy and clean,
And grass was a ground cover,
normally green?

When groovy meant furrowed
with channels and hollows
and birds were winged creatures,
like robins and swallows?

When fuzz was a substance,
real fluffy line lint,
And bread came from bakeries,
and not from the mint.

When a roll was a bun,
and a rock was a stone,
And hang-up was something
you did with the phone?

It's groovy man groovy,
but English it's not.
Methinks that our language
is going to pot.