To teach my child the ways of weed,
I took them to the store, indeed.
With giggles galore and pure delight,
We ventured forth on a Friday night.
“Look, my dear! The cannabis aisle,”
“I’ll show you how to shop in style.”
With jars of colors—green and gold,
They sparkled like treasures yet untold.
The budtender grinned, “What can I get?”
“A lesson on weed? You’re quite the duet!”
“Just pick your fave—Indica or Sativa?”
Child scratched their head, “Is that a diva?”
“No, my child, it’s not a star,”
“It helps you chill whether near or far.”
“But what if I get too high?”
“Just let the couch be your ally!”
We giggled and snorted, choosing the best,
“Is this legal, or just a jest?”
I nodded with pride, “In our state, it’s fine!”
“Great! Does it come with a side of twine?”
With bags in hand and a mind full of glee,
We left the store, just my kid and me.
“Now you know the tricks!” I said with glee,
“Next week, let’s tackle some CBD!”
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