Morphing
I was driving to see the reigning queen
And gave my horse free rein.
We passed our turn, as we flew past,
I felt a searing pain.
Awakening half-past the century,
I found everything had changed.
The citizens speaking so queerly,
I thought them all deranged.
The kindly doctor said, "My dear
It is your advanced age.
The perfect grammar that you leaned
Is in its morphing stage.
Past and passed have been co-mingled,
As has also rein and reign.
You will find there are no differences
In vane and vein and vain.
Grammar that would once have caused
A teacher to unglue,
Is acceptable. Just google it.
You'll find I'm speaking true.
By: Joyce 2/28/11
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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