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.