Old McDonald

farming

Old McDonald had a farm

Where he used to hoe row after row

Finally his back became so awfully sore

He sold it and bought a cannabis store

 

There he met Mary Mary

Who grew cockle shells and weed

And though she was quite contrary

Their relationship was to proceed

 

Then too often when McDonald did approach

He realized Mary was always puffin a roach

And it seemed always, when they had spoken

It was forever on weed, that she was tokin

 

Because of his exposure to her second hand smoke

His work ethic became a poor joke

The store suffered as did their romance

With each ones only interest being in weed plants

 

Mary’s no longer contrary, she’s always just high

And has hooked up with another high guy

McDonald has gone back to the farm once again

Where he only smokes weed to get rid of back pain

Author's Note

undazing

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

HA! This is a clever and brilliant poem indeed, the need for weed making everything else take a knee so true! I'll not think of Old McDonald in any other light now but this. Ironically I am partners with my brother with a hemp farm:) (I say this very loosely for it is not very labor intense an endeavor...) among other things have a stand of black maples too to satiate the crave!

[Samuel Dickens]

Day got dat reefer madness! I tried some of that wacky-tobacky back in the seventies, and it made me drive too slow. Not only that, but I had to stop at every hamburger place I passed and satisfy the munchies. Is this the same Mary that had a little lamb? If so, it's pretty good bet we know the species of the father.

[john l smith]

it is legal now, here, but I have managed to get by without it in the past and will probably continue

[Samuel Dickens]

Aw, c'mon. Let's burn one. We can take a trip and never leave the farm.

[john l smith]

my mommy won't let me

[jacob erin-cilberto]

eei eei oh my...
Mary is so stoned...and Old Mac is trying to get the stones out of his crop field...
But his driving on his tractor is quite inaccurate because he is too high.

[john l smith]

Can this be a hoot from another night owl