Medical Marijuana
There once was a doc with a script,
For medical weed, so equipped.
He'd say with delight,
"For your pain or your plight,”
“Just roll up a joint and get ripped!"
In a clinic for weed, I did roam,
The doctor prescribed me homegrown.
It’s a medical treasure,
Turn the pain into pleasure
From the top of my head to my bones.
If smoke doesn’t work as a route,
In gummy bear form, it's a hoot,
Whether chewy or sweet,
It’s a high you can eat,
But the munchies you get are a beaute.
In the land of cannabis and cheer,
We all hold our bong hits quite dear.
With a giggle and grin,
It’s a joy, not a sin,
To feel good in life without fear.