SimpleMan
04-02-2004, 07:58 AM
This is a little poem I wrote for a friend of mine (named terrence), it's written in the
style of "marry had a little lamb"... enjoy :-D
Terrence had a little weed
Its bud was
sticky green
And everywhere that Terrence went
His friends were sure to
fiend
They followed Him where ere he went
They liked his weed so much
They
brought him blunts to roll it up
And pipes and bowls and such
But all good things
must end they say
And so the weed was smoked
Alas one day twas no more
weed
Twas nothing left to toke
And all the friends that Terrence had
They
suddenly were gone
Yes when the weed ran out it seemed
Terrence was left
alone
The moral of this story’s clear
For everyone to see
If you want to keep
your friends
You need A LOT of weed!
style of "marry had a little lamb"... enjoy :-D
Terrence had a little weed
Its bud was
sticky green
And everywhere that Terrence went
His friends were sure to
fiend
They followed Him where ere he went
They liked his weed so much
They
brought him blunts to roll it up
And pipes and bowls and such
But all good things
must end they say
And so the weed was smoked
Alas one day twas no more
weed
Twas nothing left to toke
And all the friends that Terrence had
They
suddenly were gone
Yes when the weed ran out it seemed
Terrence was left
alone
The moral of this story’s clear
For everyone to see
If you want to keep
your friends
You need A LOT of weed!