The parent's plan was simple, quite neat,
“Today, my child, we learn something new—
How to buy the green and the sweet!”
With a wink and a smile, he shuffled a cue,
As we ventured to find what the cannabis store drew.
“First rule,” he said, “is to act like a pro,
Stand tall, speak clear, don’t appear like a fool—
Just stroll in boldly, put on a show!
Remember, no giggling, no play in this school!”
But inside, we were met with a puff of pure cool.
The shelves sparkled green, they gleamed with delight,
From gummies to vapes, the choices a spree,
“This is cannabis heaven,” my dad said, eyes bright.
I whispered nervously, “What should I choose, me?”
“Don’t fret,” he grinned, “It’s just like a spree!”
Next came the budtender, a wizard of care,
With a smile so wide, it lit up the scene,
“What brings you in?” she asked us with flair.
Dad stammered, “Uh, we’re just here for the green,”
As I facepalmed thinking, “This is so obscene!”
“Now, here’s the fun part, just show what you want,
And always remember—no judgmental looks,”p>
So I pointed at packages, loud as a font,
“What’s this one called? The Smelly Sock Hooks?”
“Sweet child of mine, those are real cannabis books!”
With a giggle and wink, our purchase was made,
We left with a bag, and some laughs to the mile,
“Next time,” he declared, “We come here to trade.
But for now, my dear, let’s just chill for a while.”
And thus our adventure was wrapped in a smile.
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