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Interesting how the lingo has changed

Different words used and exchanged

Interpreting thoughts and feelings of others

While interacting with babies or grandmothers

Whether translating the language of youth

From the time of that first baby tooth

At the supermarket you hear

Someone speaking quite near

In a language quite foreign to you

Trying to help them understand and get through

Here’s a poem I grew up, no idea where it originated but it’s hilarious

(I’m sure only those of you over a certain age will remember) hope you enjoy.

Groovy, man, Groovy

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

When pot was a vessel for cooking things in
And hooked was what grandmother’s rug might have been?

When square meant a 90-degree angle form
And cool was a temperature not quite warm?

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

When fixed was a verb that meant mend or repair
And be-in meant simply existing somewhere?

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

When lights and not people were switched on and off
And the pill might have been what you took for your cough?

When camp was to quarter outdoors in a tent
And pop was what the weasel went?

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

When fuzz was a substance that’s fluffy like lint
And bread came from bakeries, not from the mint?

When jam was preserves that you spread on your bread
And crazy meant balmy – not right in the head?

When swinger was someone who swung in a swing
And pad was a soft sort of cushiony thing?

When far-out meant distant, way up in the blue
And making the scene was a rude thing to do?

When dig meant to shovel and spade in the dirt
And put-on is what you would do with a shirt?

Words once so sensible, sober, and serious
Are making the freak scene like psychodelirious.

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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10 Comments

  1. AprilEsutton says:

    I remember all that. You almost never hear groovy anymore.

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  2. You old woman you 🤔 nah we are the same age scrap the old woman bit 😉

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  3. Sheryl says:

    Omigosh! A man approx in his thirties said groovy to me the other day as if he says it all the time. It was hilarious because it’s never heard anymore.

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    • I haven’t heard that term in years either, anywhere. Cool man, rad, pot, some of the others once in a blue moon lol I’m from Canada, where are you from Sheryl? Curiosity got the best of me, have to ask hehe

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  4. cwaugh212 says:

    I must be much older than you. I never heard that poem. Love it. It wasn’t groovy. It was Rad.

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    • Ha ha, thank you. You look much younger than I tbh. I quoted that poem forever with much laughter. Glad I still have it cause growing up it was hilarious. Got a comment from a young woman (yikes I’m old) who had never heard the term groovy. OMG but she met someone the other day that used it so loved the poem and understood it as a result, snickers loudly.

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  5. I actually enjoy watching the language change. Not for every word, but for a lot of them. English has changed enormously since I was a kid. There are words that I think shouldn’t be — and words I think should be, but aren’t. Over all, if you can spell it, it’s good 🙂

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  6. Sumyanna says:

    Sincerely had me laughing – my, how much has changed!

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