THE GOOD TIMES

I remember when grass was something that cows ate

and crack was something in the wall.

Coke was something good to drink

and bread was something good for us all.

Being gay meant having a good time

and a joint was where we could get a beer.

A poppy was nothing but a flower

and a pad was a place you could stay near.

I remember when McDonald's was a farm

and a boob was a dumb bunny.

Pot was something used for cooking

and the days were always sunny.

Fast food was chasing a chicken down for dinner

and rock music was mama's lullaby.

Aids were helpers in the school office.

My, how time does fly by.

Some things never change though

We still have as much fun as ever.

Let's don't ever change that,

Let's stay as we are forever.

Anonymous