There once was a stoner named Clyde,
Who chatted with everyone wide.
He rambled and raved,
Till no one was saved,
From tales of the bagel he tried.
At meetings, they’d gather around,
To share how their thoughts spin around.
With munchies in hand,
And blabber on hand,
They’d laugh till their faces turned brown.
But Clyde, with his constant delight,
Would speak through the whole smoky night.
While others would plead,
“Just take a small lead!”
But he’d overshare all in full sight.
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