Written on 12th June 2026The Stoner Collaboration Poetry Contest. - Sponsored By Charles Messina.
I was sitting on the corner, stoned When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned How could this be, she rests in peace Right beside my loving niece I answered the phone, and my auntie said "I know you think that I am dead" "I'm alive"- my auntie moaned Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned" I thought maybe she didn't really die Looked up to pink elephants in the sky People passing me by were in the nude Well, each to their own cos I'm no prude. Thought I'd join them and stripped off Took hold of a bush and tried to boff Then I heard sirens, their distinctive wail Cop grabbed me saying "For you it's jail”.
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