Oh leafy green, my garden queen,
With roots so deep, in soil they creep.
I plant a seed, like a comedian’s deed,
Hoping for smiles, while avoiding the weeds.
Water and sunlight, my daily chore,
I talk to you sweetly, “You want some more?”
With magic words, and a sprinkle of jest,
I’m nurturing laughter, with every green fest.
Oh dear little bud, you’re growing so wide,
Like a puppy at dinner, with no shame to hide.
I tickle your leaves, tell jokes full of cheer,
“Why don’t we ever see eye to eye, dear?”
Just keep stretching, like me on a couch,
You grow, I grow, it’s a symbiotic slouch.
And when the time comes, my harvest to reap,
I’ll giggle and cackle, then take a long leap.
So here's to us, you green little sprite,
Dancing together, from morning till night.
For in every petal, there’s humor to find,
Growing cannabis, the joy intertwined!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
