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