In my college days...
some were in a haze.
Not me, oh no, I'm too pure.
Why I didn't hardly drink a beer,
and when I did my face did wrinkle.
And that damn beer made me tinkle...
so much that I peed on myself, oh my!
The potheads graduated while MY grades did die.
No matter. I never felt the quest for knowledge.
I only went 'cause my guidance counselor stamped 'COLLEGE'...
on my high school student file papers.
But my college days weren't filled with capers.
Instead they were too often hours of long nights of sleep....
and afternoon naps which made it hard to 'up' my grades keep.
But all's well that ends well, some anonymous 'loser' once said.
I've had a good enough life without a degree. DON'T shake your head!
Now I've come to eat some weeds (dandelion leaves) from the yard,
and it's not because my wife can't afford food except for chips and lard.
It is still not the 'weeds' young Cornell students smoked in days of yore, and....
not LifeZENtirety Luv's hash-laced brownies, missing from his party [a bore].
WELL! I'VE HAD trouble editing the title and i give up, even though the punctuation in my 'extended title' is not correct. hmmph! bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This plant you call weed came from a little seed and the creator of seed would be? None other than Father and Mother of time and Eternity?