LYRIC FOR SALE

By Acidman

Granny Smith, had a spliff,
and the Copper caught a whiff.
He closed his eyes; lovely smell,
and then ask Gran for some to sell.

Gran was shocked, nearly caught?
"I hope she's got", the Copper thought?
Granny gave her personal stash,
the Copper smiled and gave no cash.

He snatched the joint from Granny's hand,
had one pull and failed to stand.
Grey as ash; so stoned indeed,
the Copper's wrecked on grannies weed.

She reached down and swapped the stash,
with a great big lump of Euro Hash,
sparked her Joint, hobbled Home,
when indoors; picked up the phone.

Told the law what she had seen:
"Copper smashed, real mash and lean",
heard the sirens, saw the news,
“caught with hash whilst having a snooze”.

Feeling proud, real clever and smart;
cultivation: Grannies art.
She adores her budding girls;
there's U. K. Cheese and silver pearls.

Their her friends, her mates, her tonic,
her lust for life; grown hydroponic.