With tiny hands and eyes all wide in awe,
A parent beams, “It’s time to learn my child.”
“To buy some weed, I cannot break the law,
So let’s embark, my darling, wild and mild!”
They enter shops adorned with glowy lights,
A menu full of strains, each choice profound.
“Get ready, kid, for herbal delights,
But don’t confuse the cash—keep eyes on ground!”
“What’s sativa? Is that something to eat?”
The child asks with a curious little grin.
“Not food, my dear, it’s happiness on repeat,
But please, avoid the brownies—chaos within!”
As wallets open for a nug and a roll,
The parent thinks, “I’ve taught you well, my soul!”
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