All around the glasshouse grew hemp in fields
And when the plants began to ripen and flare
The beguiling grass-seeds caught in air
Flew through the windows of the glasshouse
Into the teapot boiling on the stove
Into the teacup mother was to served
Her cluck and company ready for tea
Waited eagerly for the brew much loved
Hot and steaming, in they dove
Tastes delightful, delicious, superb!
Tea and tea-loaf prepared of same
Strengthened richness as hemp in came
Mother proclaimed her pipes kept clean
By the brew she made of all who were keen
Into the throat, down the tubes
Into the airways, brain waves, light waves!
There stood a lighthouse of clear thoughts
No stone be thrown that could not save retort
A glasshouse be a theatre of personas willed
Light entered, willed, darkness creeps recoiled.
Was it that hemp caused the enlightening so feared?
Or did it cause the illness of mind also jeered?
Was it the lighthouse that shone too bring?
Save the sailorettes in the night?
What could it be, terrified, hemp is to be burned at stork?