For the 'The Stoner Collaboration' Poetry Contest of Charles Messina
(first two stanzas are from 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" (These two stanzas are mine) And then I heard my niece’s sweet voice say, “Heaven’s a wonderful place to rejoice. She crooned a Willie Nelson tune, then chuckled: “Dude, we’ll see ya soon.” Couch lock had got me; I couldn’t move. I wanted to be back in the groove. No munchies around! Things were all wrong. Why did I use that stupid bong? Note: Should I be fortunate enough to win, I give permission for the use of either one or both of my stanzas to be used by Charles Messina , even in reverse order if that were to work better
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