A limeric on cannabis, written in 35 words. Centered for aesthetic symmetry.
Image by me, silhouette of Peter.
Peter There once was a man named Peter. His friends liked to call him Skeeter. He was a bit of an ass, because he liked to smoke grass, and he rolled his joints by the meter. By Josehf Lloyd Murchison
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