Oh cannabis plant, both fragrant and green,
You grow in my backyard, a sight to be seen.
With sun on your leaves and water in pools,
You rise with ambition, defying the fools.
Your seeds I did sow with a heart full of glee,
Yet, what do I see? A towering tree?!
Your leaves have the nerve to stretch high and wide,
I swear you’re just trying to mock my pride.
With nutrients bought at the edge of my wallet,
I thought you'd be chill, but you’re quite the volatile ballot.
You guzzle the food like a hungry old man,
And laugh as I fuss with my watering can.
But oh, how you shine when the harvest days near,
Your buds become fluffy, my joy overtakes fear.
Yet as I prepare for the glorious smoke,
I recall how you grew like a stubborn old bloke.
So here is my tribute to your leafy ways,
For all of the laughter and perplexing days.
Oh cannabis plant, though you challenge my wit,
When it comes time to spark, I’ll take a big hit!
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