Granny Ganja
Grandma’s aches affected her sleep;
She often made the help weep.
But at least she was regal -
Until pot was made legal.
She ditched Big Pharma
And moved to California
Now she takes pot
For every ailment she’s got
Indica for sciatica
CBD oil for inner turmoil
On sativa she’s a diva;
says it helps her creativity –
now she’s writing poetry
Free of arthritis and bursitis
Her new mood delights us
Always totally mellow
No longer acid to any fellow
She’ll take a toke
From any bloke
And always wants to munch -
All day long it’s brunch
Her perm’s turned to dreads
Only weed in her flowerbeds
Gone are her pearls and wool suits
- Pasta Prego is in cahoots
When she walks through their door
The waiters give a roar
"Mangia mangia Granny Ganja!"
Still – she’s much nicer than before
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