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Cannabis Cool

Alan S Jeeves 1951 (Lancashire)

The night was red as from my bed
I tumbled to the sky.
The breeze was blue as I heard you
Around the garden fly.
The day was black as I stepped back
And felt a gum tree grow.
The rain dripped dry as only I
Would see a rooster crow.

I found my hat and stroked my cat
And led my sows to market.
I saw you say my snout was grey
So steered my car to park it.
I had to flee to Southend Sea
To drop off in the sands.
I went to view the voice of you,
I walked there on my hands.

I robbed a song of two words long
But coughed ~ it didn't rhyme.
Blame begged my heart to stop and start
For beating out of date.
You sailed about the room to shout
And say less, all the more.
From then you came to scream your name,
You entered by the fire.

So as the day was turned to clay
I scrambled through the wall.
I dug a hill for Jack and Jill
And watched them upwards fall.
From deep within a box of gin
I spent an inch or so
I chanced a bite and thought I might
Smoke whiskey through a straw.

And as the time was now sublime
The postman called and bowed.
I washed my words and watched small birds
Pitch snowballs at a cloud.
So back in bed to nest my head
In time to bake a cake.
I fell onto a dullness new,
There slumbered sound awake.

About this poem

'Cannabis Cool' was writ in 1978. It is a nonsense poem, of course, but should, I think, be fun to read. Even though it is entirely nonsense it owns a strict rhyming scheme (almost) throughout. Have fun with this.

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Submitted by AlanSJeeves on June 21, 2021

Modified by AlanSJeeves on June 21, 2021

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Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,179
Words 261
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 8, 8, 8, 8, 8

Alan S Jeeves

Alan S Jeeves is a Lancashire (England) born, Yorkshire based classical poet. more…

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