“Toking With Friends on a Balmy Evening”
This chair, to rest on,
Where fountain bubbles,
Provides a place
To soothe our troubles.
We are weary.
The day was long.
Let’s shed our shoes;
Pull out the bong.
Harvest buds
From yonder bush.
Though home grown,
It’s bubba kush!
Friends will join us.
Around we’ll sit,
Circled up,
While we get lit.
We’ll wile this evening away,
But tomorrow is another day,
But tomorrow is another day.