Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Doobie or not Doobie


Doobie or not Doobie-
What was Prospero smoking?
Up on the ramparts of Elsinore
What was our Hamlet toking?
Did fair Ophelia steal his stash
and roll herself a Doobie?
Did she go off the deep end then
because she was a newbie?
Cannabis was to Shakespeare known
as a potent source of Hemp.
It may have made a dancing fool
out of old Will Kemp.
But please do not disturb his bones,
beware the potent curse.
The Bard of Avon had wit enough
without inhaling first.

Submitted: Monday, June 27, 2011
Edited: Friday, July 01, 2011

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (6/27/2011 11:28:00 PM)

    Great poem. Wonderfully conceived. I liked it for its remarkable imagery and decent style.
    Rated it 10.
    TFS.....
    Kindly read and rate my poem 'Abortion' on page 4. (Report) Reply

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