Sniff that spliff and enjoy that whiff
And dim that wit
You bound to end up a nitwit
And no, I’m not nit picking
But lately you’re aren’t whippy
You’re slow and sluggish like a sheepy
And you’re sometimes stinky
I want to change you willy-nilly
And have you looking spiffy
A change so sassy
Your fellow spliffers will wonde dearly
Before the police read you rights of guilty
For the illegal possession of that dreaded weed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem