Funny Weed Poem by Allan James Saywell

The poet took a drag of his funny weed
He sucked it into his lungs
It went to what was left of his brain
His face lit up like a xmas tree and
Took on the appearence of a cherub
His face broke into a semblance of a smile
He could feel a poem coming on
He broke into a laugh, a hideous symphony of sound
He took a drag and blew some gas
It would be his fifth poem
Oh it would be as good as his last
For were'nt they all good
Didn't the gang say they were good